The Andalite

Jake 3:37 P.M.

My name is Jake.

I can't tell you my name, or where I live. Heck, I can't even tell you what state I'm in. That's because you might be one of them.

A controller.

I have survived countless battles, saved my friend's lives, and I'm stopping an alien invasion. So what was I doing in detention?

"This has to be the most boring thing on the planet." I muttered to myself.

Christi, the new girl, a few desks away nodded.

Christi was different. She blushed when Marco flirted, and had a stuttering problem. And she was also in DT with me for the same dumb reason.

Mrs. Glesmann. The reading teacher.

Mrs. Glesmann has a serious problem with D's. I mean come on! What is wrong with a D? It's not like it's an F. . . sheesh.

I stared at the question. 13. In you own words describe and evaluate the relationship between Carla and Judy, and then their connection with Harry.

We were supposed to answer this? I doubt even Glesmann could answer this crap.

Christi must have been on the same question. Her teeth were gritted and her knuckles were white from squeezing the pencil in a death grip.

I can't believe I have to deal with this human nonsense! A thought speech cry rang out.

I raised my head, and my jaw dropped. The only other person in the room I could see was . . . Christi? The only way she could communicate in thought speech would be if she were an -

"Andalite?" I managed to gasp.

Christi suddenly whipped her head around and looked at me.

"Did I . . . " She started, then she glared at me and hissed, "Yeerk filth".

And before I could respond she had dashed out of the classroom and into the hallway.

I was up in a heart beat, the chair clattering to the floor. But I didn't care. There was something a tiny bit more important going on.

I was out the door! It stayed wide open, but who cares? I could see Christi she was running toward the main doors. I sprinted after her, turned the corner, and a scene of horror came to my eyes.

She had ran past Mr. Chapman, my favorite assistant principal. He had been holding a large cup of coffee. Emphasis on the had been. Now he had a newly recolored brown shirt and ceramic pieces arranged in an interesting pattern on the floor.

He also had a look of confusion on his face because the only thing Christi had done was run a LOT faster and say a hurried 'sorry'. I would have felt sorry for him if he had not been a controller.

Chapman glared at me as I rushed past. Like he thought I would have helped him. As if.

I looked ahead, Christi had barreled through the front door, and I ran through it too, looking around for her.

Ah. She was making for the forest.

Not good.



Christi 3:37 P.M.

I am Crusava-Inima-Enrouth. I am not human, as you might of guessed. I am an Andalite aristh . . . a cadet to put it in human terms.

And I was not at all happy.

Humans are the most . . . unique . . . species I have ever encountered. Just two legs? Only two eyes? And no fur at all? What had gone wrong during evolution on this planet? But it was necessary that I aqquire a few select humans and combine them all in one morph.

My own human morph.

Ugh.

I was, at the moment, in a human establishment called a school. There is no school on the home world, there is only the academy.

Humans have the strangest ideas on what must be learned. Some of them make perfect sense, math, for example, and science. But others such as reading make me want to demorph and use my tail blade. That might teach evolution to hurry up.

I had gotten extremely poor grades in this class, thus, the teacher had decided to take action. I was to report to this classroom everyday after school hours and work on the daily assignment.

And it was not at all fun.

Question number thirteen, I thought to my self, in your own words describe and evaluate the relationship between Carla and Judy and then their connection with Harry.

Harry?

Humans, I thought miserably, why is this important!?

I can't believe I have to deal with this human nonsense! I thought to myself for the hundredth time.

I didn't even realize I had said it until the very suprised human male behind me said, as clear as a force field, "Andalite?"

I spun around and looked him square in the eye. "Did I . . ." I started, and it was then that I realized, Jake was not Jake. " Yeerk filth" I spat, and then I ran for all I was worth.

I didn't even notice the door was closed until I slammed in to it.

It takes more than that to stop me.

I didn't pause when I heard, rather than saw, Jake's chair clatter to the floor, and his pounding feet behind me.

I didn't stop when I collided with Mr. Chapman, my assistant principal. Or even when the cup of brown liquid in his hand rose and stained the whole front of his artificial skin, and landed with a tinkling sound as the cup split in to a million pieces.

I did stop when I reached the privacy of the forest, because it was there that the Yeerk in Jake caught up to me.

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