Hi. My name is Sheila. Just plain simple Sheila. Nothing more. Nothing
less. But that is not what really matters. What really matters is that an
alien race is going to attack this earth and there is nothing we can do
about it. Well, almost nothing.
You see, there are a few kids, just a hand full, including poor insignificant me, protecting the world. And everything alive on it. Fighting the yeerks. (They do not deserve a capital in my story, so they will go without.)
These yeerks are a parasitic species that crawl in your ear and take over your brain. Not just your speaking or just what you look at, everything, from your eyesight right down to how you react to something. They will block you off from all communication with the world even with the closest of your friends that you thought could read your mind. Yeah, right. You remember last week she asked you if you were all right after tripping over your own feet? Don't you think that if she could read your mind, she would know that you were all right? Just maybe? Well, obviously she can't and never could. And never will. So you just sit there listening to your conversation with your best friend, wishing you could put in your actual advice and ask her help with your probs. Like asking her, "I've got a, like, weird alien living in my brain that takes total control over everything I do. How do I cope?" well, take it from the expert. You can't cope. Nothing you threat about or no matter how much you scream, that yeerk will not give up and no one can hear you besides it. So how do you feel now? 'Oh, I'm so sorry for whoever has one of those things.' But, see, nothing the outside world does matters any more. And that's how it feels. After awhile, you just give up. Forever waiting for someone to realize your head is occupied by something other than your own thoughts. And to give you a second chance to live alone in your head. And I got that rare chance. The small chance that everyone wanted but after they in slaved you, there was no escape. Until the animorphs came and changed that fact.
So, there I was, sitting in my cage along with two other people who hadn't given up yet. And then… explosions everywhere! On my left, right, above! Lasers and Hork-Bajir blades every other place! My cage suddenly was open! I jumped out and looked around. Too my left, the grey, disgusting yeerk pool. Too my right, there was a tiger, a bear, a wolf, a gorilla, and a red tailed hawk. I remembered going to meetings as a yeerk and talking about Andalites. Tail bladed creatures with the power to change shape. Those must be Andalites! They were attacking the yeerks! But no time to stand in awe, I had to get out of there. And fast! So I bolted. I was moving my own legs! It had been so long I stumbled and tripped my way up the stairs, not looking back. I ended up in the mall. It was my favorite hang out. I saw my friends Melissa and Cary, but decided the first place to go was home.
I ran all the way and when I got home I cried and cried. My mom came and stuck her head in to ask if I was all right. I told her I was fine, then went with her to dinner. That was the first of many lies. There was first explaining where I was and why I had come home crying. I simply said I was over at Melissa's house and we got in a big fight. I said we'd probably get over it soon. But I knew we wouldn't be seeing each other much any more. Her father was a yeerk and if he ever saw me again, I'd be dead meat. I already knew they were looking for me. They had called me to the office twice before. The first time I'd brought a friend. The second time they had been more careful. They called me down in the middle of a test so no one could come with me. I just walked out of the classroom, down the hall, and out the door. My teacher, who was also a yeerk, would think they killed me on the spot. The principal would think the teacher had followed me out and killed me outside the classroom. So everything was covered. They would send a letter to my mom saying how I fell from the rope course or how a science project killed me. So I'd have to get the mail every day. And I made up my own report cards, slotting in my averages.
It was months after the escape that I saw them. The tiger, bear, wolf, red tail, and gorilla. But they were with a strange bluish deer with a humanoid torso and head. And a tail to run from. They were fighting Hork-Bajir and some dracon-beam-armed humans. And the day after is when my story really begins.
You see, there are a few kids, just a hand full, including poor insignificant me, protecting the world. And everything alive on it. Fighting the yeerks. (They do not deserve a capital in my story, so they will go without.)
These yeerks are a parasitic species that crawl in your ear and take over your brain. Not just your speaking or just what you look at, everything, from your eyesight right down to how you react to something. They will block you off from all communication with the world even with the closest of your friends that you thought could read your mind. Yeah, right. You remember last week she asked you if you were all right after tripping over your own feet? Don't you think that if she could read your mind, she would know that you were all right? Just maybe? Well, obviously she can't and never could. And never will. So you just sit there listening to your conversation with your best friend, wishing you could put in your actual advice and ask her help with your probs. Like asking her, "I've got a, like, weird alien living in my brain that takes total control over everything I do. How do I cope?" well, take it from the expert. You can't cope. Nothing you threat about or no matter how much you scream, that yeerk will not give up and no one can hear you besides it. So how do you feel now? 'Oh, I'm so sorry for whoever has one of those things.' But, see, nothing the outside world does matters any more. And that's how it feels. After awhile, you just give up. Forever waiting for someone to realize your head is occupied by something other than your own thoughts. And to give you a second chance to live alone in your head. And I got that rare chance. The small chance that everyone wanted but after they in slaved you, there was no escape. Until the animorphs came and changed that fact.
So, there I was, sitting in my cage along with two other people who hadn't given up yet. And then… explosions everywhere! On my left, right, above! Lasers and Hork-Bajir blades every other place! My cage suddenly was open! I jumped out and looked around. Too my left, the grey, disgusting yeerk pool. Too my right, there was a tiger, a bear, a wolf, a gorilla, and a red tailed hawk. I remembered going to meetings as a yeerk and talking about Andalites. Tail bladed creatures with the power to change shape. Those must be Andalites! They were attacking the yeerks! But no time to stand in awe, I had to get out of there. And fast! So I bolted. I was moving my own legs! It had been so long I stumbled and tripped my way up the stairs, not looking back. I ended up in the mall. It was my favorite hang out. I saw my friends Melissa and Cary, but decided the first place to go was home.
I ran all the way and when I got home I cried and cried. My mom came and stuck her head in to ask if I was all right. I told her I was fine, then went with her to dinner. That was the first of many lies. There was first explaining where I was and why I had come home crying. I simply said I was over at Melissa's house and we got in a big fight. I said we'd probably get over it soon. But I knew we wouldn't be seeing each other much any more. Her father was a yeerk and if he ever saw me again, I'd be dead meat. I already knew they were looking for me. They had called me to the office twice before. The first time I'd brought a friend. The second time they had been more careful. They called me down in the middle of a test so no one could come with me. I just walked out of the classroom, down the hall, and out the door. My teacher, who was also a yeerk, would think they killed me on the spot. The principal would think the teacher had followed me out and killed me outside the classroom. So everything was covered. They would send a letter to my mom saying how I fell from the rope course or how a science project killed me. So I'd have to get the mail every day. And I made up my own report cards, slotting in my averages.
It was months after the escape that I saw them. The tiger, bear, wolf, red tail, and gorilla. But they were with a strange bluish deer with a humanoid torso and head. And a tail to run from. They were fighting Hork-Bajir and some dracon-beam-armed humans. And the day after is when my story really begins.