I tried to scream out again but nothing came out of my mouth. The strange two beings with humongous eyes and long teeth dripping with...I don't want to know were closing in on my body with shiny surgical tools. The problem was that I didn't need surgery. I tried to squeeze out of the tight straps around my arms and legs again but it was no use. The aliens already grabbed my head and pulled it to look up at the silver ceiling of their spacecraft with their slimy hands. Suddenly there was a loud beeping noise and the aliens let go of my head and went to a desk at the bottom of my stretcher. The desk had beeping lights and twirling gadgets.
One of the aliens shouted, "Code red! What's happening?"
A third alien that was already at the desk quickly said, "Our computers are suffering from the ship going at light-speed! We're going to lose the specimen!"
I didn't know what Bill Nye the Science Guy over there was talking about when he said "lose", but it didn't sound good. That reminded me. How are these aliens speaking English? I had no idea. The slimy creatures started running around frantically and all of a sudden, everything went dark.
I died! Oh no!
"Wake up!" a voice shouted angrily.
"Wake up!" I heard it again.
It was the aliens! They brought me back to life! I couldn't believe it! I opened my eyes with a flourish but saw my mom shouting "Wake up!" for the third time. It was all a dream. The aliens. The dying. Everything that went wrong that night. Well, maybe. I got out of my bed and looked in the backyard through my window. The tree was still knocked over and our shed looked as if it had imploded. There was a colossal spot of burned grass still there too. The aliens DID come and it WASN'T a dream. I DIDN'T die. My mom persisted, "Come on! Let's get moving! We've got a lot of cleaning to do!" I looked back down in the yard to see the mess and gasped. Who could clean up a mess like that?
I wish I would've died after all.
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