Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, except for any characters I create i.e. Alanna.
People are so stupid.
I smiled so hard it hurt. Added the sweet, innocent look, and the little helpless nod. Play the idiot, play the idiot.
I hate stupid people.
"Are you ready for school today?" Mrs. Kesal asked, smiling down at me like I was going off to kindergarten for the first time.
I really hate stupid people.
"I'll be fine," I said. The big, tough high schooler that I was. Yeah. Uh-huh.
I also hate my life.
"Uh, can I use the car, Mrs. Kesal?" I asked hopefully. I could not deal with riding that fucking bus. Not today. She hesitated, and I swore under my breath.
"Why not? It is you first day at a brand new school," she said, surprising me. I don't usually get surprised. It was a nice change. She tossed me the keys and I practically flew out the door before she could change her mind.
Or worse, try to give me a hug.
Ugh, why were foster parents so touchy-feely? I wasn't used to it. But it could've been worse.
At least she wasn't a Controller.
Do you know how many people die each year from car accidents? A lot. And why is that? Because most of them don't wear their seat belts, they don't look where they're going, or they're just plain dumb.
I drive like a maniac, but at least I look where I'm going.
Today's count- five honks, two finger, and one 'fuck you bitch'. It was going to be a good day.
I walked into the school, my head high, like I was better than everyone else in the entire school.
I was.
They looked at me, stared at the new girl. I kept my eyes forward, not seeing them, not really. I listened to the whispers and memorized the voices from which they came. And I saw, without really seeing, exactly who all the popular kids were, all the nerds were, all the normal kids were. Saw the groups. Saw the couples making out, and noticed how one guy was looking at some other girl while he was doing so.
I knew the entire school after being in it for all of ten seconds. I was getting slow in my old age.
About half these people were Controllers.
Yes, there's that pesky word again. Controller? What are those?
And hey, who the hell are you, too?
You wouldn't know me. Not unless I wanted you to and guess what? I don't. As for Controllers, they're all around you.
You just need to learn how to look right. I mastered the art years ago.
Then again, I'm a genius.
Really. I am. Especially by human standards. Sheesh, I make Einstein look like a dung beetle.
And I'm being modest here.
BRING!!!!
"Fucking bells," I said. I knew where my first class was exactly, even though this was my first time in the school. But I took my time anyway and I arrived fashionably late.
"Class, this is Alanna. She's a new student and I hope you'll make her feel welcome."
Crap, this teacher was annoying as hell. I took in the class in an instant.
"You can sit next to Marco."
A Hispanic dude grinned at me and I stared him down until the grin faded. And I was going easy on him.
I've stared down Visser Three before and made him blanch. I could handle this guy.
Of course, he was kind of cute though. Marco, not Visser Three. (Yuck!) Maybe I could give him a smile. But no, those muscles were tired. Curse you, Mrs. Kesal!
You're probably confused now. It's okay, you're only human.
And I am not.
My real name is Alissan 337. Note the double threes. I'm a twin. And yes, that is a Yeerk name. But I'm no Controller.
I'm an experiment gone wrong.
It happened seventeen years ago. The Yeerks needed a new edge in the war. So the pooled together their scientists (who are as dumb as hell), who decided to get the Arn, genius with an amazing ability to manipulate genes, to make the perfect warrior. Strong, fast, powerful, and yet smart, clever, and even a little charismatic. Okay, I made the last one up. But you get the idea. They wanted someone who would be unstoppable on the battlefield, and yet be able to make great military strategies.
But something went wrong.
Very wrong.
Instead of one perfect warrior, they got two help perfect ones. My twin brother- humanoid like me, with the same red hair and tall stature, but he can do anything physically. Like Superman, but he can't fly. Yet. His powers grow constantly. He can even regenerate at a tremendous speed, so he can hardly ever be injured.
And me. The genius. Complete with the photographic memory and nonstop witty comments. Okay, no, I suck at jokes, but I can size up a situation in an instant and know how to react. My brain, however, doesn't like to take off days, and I have this… itch. To learn.
We both lived together, with the Visser watching us, growing up together and training to defeat the Andalites one day.
Until I betrayed the Yeerks. Now I have to live in a foster home, and they all think I'm dead.
And I intend to keep it that way.
"So…" Marco started to whisper to me. Sometimes I wish I had my brother's ears. I gave him a quick look and he smiled. "I could show you around, if you want."
I did not need help, of course, but hey, you can't be completely rude your first day. Well, you can, of course, but-
Anyway.
"So, this is the fantastic gymnasium, complete with smelly socks and matching football players," he was saying after class, gesturing to the large gym. I didn't even bother to glance up. My eyes were on the rest of the hallway as I saw exactly how everyone around me greeted Marco with the usual 'Hey!' or 'Dude!' Obviously a people person, but these weren't his real friends, his close ones. Anyone could tell.
"Hey, man," a new guy said. He was kind of big, and a little cute, but he had this deep serious expression on his face that made you wonder if he had ever smiled in his life. He glanced at me in surprise.
"Oh, this is Alanna, the new girl," Marco introduced me. "Alanna, this is my bud, Jake."
"Hey," he said, giving me a slow smile. Wow, it did not look right. This guy screamed serious, trustworthy. But then, you can't always judge on appearances.
After all, I look human.
"The… thing tomorrow," Jake said in a low voice to Marco. "It's on. You in?"
Marco paled slightly and my curiosity captured me, despite myself. I was still trying to understand humans, and eavesdropping helped.
"Yeah, whatever," he muttered, but all his light attitude, his cool, was gone. Like that. I was dying to know what was up but I shook myself. It was none of my business.
That's how I had gotten myself here in the first place, by butting in.
"It was nice to meet you, Alanna," Jake said.
"Yeah, same here," I said raising an eyebrow at him.
"Anyway, back to the tour," Marco said, bouncing back quickly. Humans were so weird. So different from any other species I have ever known. I understand the burning hunger of the Taxxons, the sweet simplicity of the Hork Bajir, the proud arrogance of the Andalites and the ruthlessness of the Yeerks.
But humans still eluded me, and that bothered me. It bothered me because I hate not knowing, not understanding, but more than that, it bothered me because out of all the species and all the technology that made me, I am mostly human.
And that bothers me more than anything.
Okay, if you like this, you HAVE to review. Hell, tell me if you hate it! I don't care, just tell me!
People are so stupid.
I smiled so hard it hurt. Added the sweet, innocent look, and the little helpless nod. Play the idiot, play the idiot.
I hate stupid people.
"Are you ready for school today?" Mrs. Kesal asked, smiling down at me like I was going off to kindergarten for the first time.
I really hate stupid people.
"I'll be fine," I said. The big, tough high schooler that I was. Yeah. Uh-huh.
I also hate my life.
"Uh, can I use the car, Mrs. Kesal?" I asked hopefully. I could not deal with riding that fucking bus. Not today. She hesitated, and I swore under my breath.
"Why not? It is you first day at a brand new school," she said, surprising me. I don't usually get surprised. It was a nice change. She tossed me the keys and I practically flew out the door before she could change her mind.
Or worse, try to give me a hug.
Ugh, why were foster parents so touchy-feely? I wasn't used to it. But it could've been worse.
At least she wasn't a Controller.
Do you know how many people die each year from car accidents? A lot. And why is that? Because most of them don't wear their seat belts, they don't look where they're going, or they're just plain dumb.
I drive like a maniac, but at least I look where I'm going.
Today's count- five honks, two finger, and one 'fuck you bitch'. It was going to be a good day.
I walked into the school, my head high, like I was better than everyone else in the entire school.
I was.
They looked at me, stared at the new girl. I kept my eyes forward, not seeing them, not really. I listened to the whispers and memorized the voices from which they came. And I saw, without really seeing, exactly who all the popular kids were, all the nerds were, all the normal kids were. Saw the groups. Saw the couples making out, and noticed how one guy was looking at some other girl while he was doing so.
I knew the entire school after being in it for all of ten seconds. I was getting slow in my old age.
About half these people were Controllers.
Yes, there's that pesky word again. Controller? What are those?
And hey, who the hell are you, too?
You wouldn't know me. Not unless I wanted you to and guess what? I don't. As for Controllers, they're all around you.
You just need to learn how to look right. I mastered the art years ago.
Then again, I'm a genius.
Really. I am. Especially by human standards. Sheesh, I make Einstein look like a dung beetle.
And I'm being modest here.
BRING!!!!
"Fucking bells," I said. I knew where my first class was exactly, even though this was my first time in the school. But I took my time anyway and I arrived fashionably late.
"Class, this is Alanna. She's a new student and I hope you'll make her feel welcome."
Crap, this teacher was annoying as hell. I took in the class in an instant.
"You can sit next to Marco."
A Hispanic dude grinned at me and I stared him down until the grin faded. And I was going easy on him.
I've stared down Visser Three before and made him blanch. I could handle this guy.
Of course, he was kind of cute though. Marco, not Visser Three. (Yuck!) Maybe I could give him a smile. But no, those muscles were tired. Curse you, Mrs. Kesal!
You're probably confused now. It's okay, you're only human.
And I am not.
My real name is Alissan 337. Note the double threes. I'm a twin. And yes, that is a Yeerk name. But I'm no Controller.
I'm an experiment gone wrong.
It happened seventeen years ago. The Yeerks needed a new edge in the war. So the pooled together their scientists (who are as dumb as hell), who decided to get the Arn, genius with an amazing ability to manipulate genes, to make the perfect warrior. Strong, fast, powerful, and yet smart, clever, and even a little charismatic. Okay, I made the last one up. But you get the idea. They wanted someone who would be unstoppable on the battlefield, and yet be able to make great military strategies.
But something went wrong.
Very wrong.
Instead of one perfect warrior, they got two help perfect ones. My twin brother- humanoid like me, with the same red hair and tall stature, but he can do anything physically. Like Superman, but he can't fly. Yet. His powers grow constantly. He can even regenerate at a tremendous speed, so he can hardly ever be injured.
And me. The genius. Complete with the photographic memory and nonstop witty comments. Okay, no, I suck at jokes, but I can size up a situation in an instant and know how to react. My brain, however, doesn't like to take off days, and I have this… itch. To learn.
We both lived together, with the Visser watching us, growing up together and training to defeat the Andalites one day.
Until I betrayed the Yeerks. Now I have to live in a foster home, and they all think I'm dead.
And I intend to keep it that way.
"So…" Marco started to whisper to me. Sometimes I wish I had my brother's ears. I gave him a quick look and he smiled. "I could show you around, if you want."
I did not need help, of course, but hey, you can't be completely rude your first day. Well, you can, of course, but-
Anyway.
"So, this is the fantastic gymnasium, complete with smelly socks and matching football players," he was saying after class, gesturing to the large gym. I didn't even bother to glance up. My eyes were on the rest of the hallway as I saw exactly how everyone around me greeted Marco with the usual 'Hey!' or 'Dude!' Obviously a people person, but these weren't his real friends, his close ones. Anyone could tell.
"Hey, man," a new guy said. He was kind of big, and a little cute, but he had this deep serious expression on his face that made you wonder if he had ever smiled in his life. He glanced at me in surprise.
"Oh, this is Alanna, the new girl," Marco introduced me. "Alanna, this is my bud, Jake."
"Hey," he said, giving me a slow smile. Wow, it did not look right. This guy screamed serious, trustworthy. But then, you can't always judge on appearances.
After all, I look human.
"The… thing tomorrow," Jake said in a low voice to Marco. "It's on. You in?"
Marco paled slightly and my curiosity captured me, despite myself. I was still trying to understand humans, and eavesdropping helped.
"Yeah, whatever," he muttered, but all his light attitude, his cool, was gone. Like that. I was dying to know what was up but I shook myself. It was none of my business.
That's how I had gotten myself here in the first place, by butting in.
"It was nice to meet you, Alanna," Jake said.
"Yeah, same here," I said raising an eyebrow at him.
"Anyway, back to the tour," Marco said, bouncing back quickly. Humans were so weird. So different from any other species I have ever known. I understand the burning hunger of the Taxxons, the sweet simplicity of the Hork Bajir, the proud arrogance of the Andalites and the ruthlessness of the Yeerks.
But humans still eluded me, and that bothered me. It bothered me because I hate not knowing, not understanding, but more than that, it bothered me because out of all the species and all the technology that made me, I am mostly human.
And that bothers me more than anything.
Okay, if you like this, you HAVE to review. Hell, tell me if you hate it! I don't care, just tell me!