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Just a Bit Unlikely Ch. 1
Marvin Cartwright had large, thick-rimmed spectacles and very short, dark hair that seemed like it belonged on a tough military man instead of a scrawny teenager like himself. He was the epitome of a dorky high schooler. He always had high grades and was a very talented clarinet player, but he didn't think his accomplishments were that great. In fact, sometimes he'd rather have received some bad marks and be a better footballer with tons of friends than his reality as a smart, nerdy kid who hung out with his mum more than kids his own age.
Today, Marvin was sitting in his English class, writing his essay feverishly as the clock ticked on. He had one hour to write about the Renaissance Era, one of his personal favorite periods of history. Sadly, most of his class didn't agree with him. For some reason, they found Shakespeare boring and difficult and they fell asleep during their readings. He was intrigued by the beautiful language of olde. He wished he had the skill to write like Mr. Shakespeare. His mind raced back to his essay. 'Just one more paragraph,' he thought to himself, his leg bouncing up and down with excitement.
As he concluded his essay and lay his pencil down, he smiled to himself. This paper had been his best so far this year. He had worked so hard in studying facts and getting to know this time period, and all of that work was paying off as he looked around the room at his struggling classmates. He looked out the window to his right and saw a tall man in a long overcoat jogging-no, sprinting-across the car park. Marvin adjusted himself so he could see better. The man was definitely in a hurry, either running to something important, or running away from something dangerous. Suddenly Marvin saw why the man was running so fat. Five metal men-were they men?- were approaching the car park, threateningly holding up their arms that must've had some sort of gun or laser on them. Marvin absentmindedly stood next to his seat, still staring outside at the strange scene. Nothing like this had ever happened here before. He lived two hours away from London, too far from any real cities for cool things to happen. His teacher, Mr. O'Doyle, looked at him quizzically. "What are you doing out of your seat, Mr. Cartwright?"
Marvin looked around and saw that the whole class was staring at him. He suddenly grew very nervous and came up with a quick excuse off the top of his head. "I'm sorry sir, but may I go to the toilet?"
Mr. O'Doyle replied with a quick, "Of course you can," before Marvin sped off towards the boys' lavatory. He stood in front of the window, but the car park was on the opposite side of the building anyway. 'Why did I just lie?' Marvin couldn't understand his own odd reaction. 'I was probably just imagining things. That's been known to happen.' He thought an thought about that strange man, running from those machines. 'It's not real...it can't be real.'
But Marvin was too curious to let it go. Deep down, he knew he hadn't imagined it. He knew those machines were probably alien, or at least really cool technology. He turned away from the window. 'I have to get back to class.' Marvin left the lavatory and stopped dead in his tracks. A two meter tall metal man was standing right down the hall, blocking Marvin's way to English class. The metal man turned and stared into Marvin's terrified, bespectacled face and began marching towards him, slowly lifting it's arm as it neared it's target.