When I woke up it was like any other morning, it was cold and the house was silent, my father must have already left for work. We lived in an old Victorian house in Virginia, it was built in 18-something, it was beautiful and ornate, but it did have one downside, there always seemed to be a draft. It led to many fevers and illnesses when the winter months hit harder and the snow began to stick on the group. I swung my legs over the side of my bed my blanket flying to the other side as my feet hit the cold, worn, wood floor. My walls were a comforting shade of blue, somewhere between a royal and navy blue, a color I had loved since I was a child. Much to my father's reluctance most of my room was based around this color.

To my dismay I could hear the heavy, winter rain pounding the roof as I dug through my closet to get something warm to wear. Already the rain was trying to become snow but it wasn't cold enough jet so it created an ugly gray slush. I grabbed some old jeans, an old Asking Alexandria band shirt then a zip up hoodie; I crawled on the floor to my bed and grabbed my beat up converse shoes. After three years of tough love the rubbers soles had finally decided to separate from their fabric counterpart. Yet I couldn't bring myself to part with them, they held far too many memories in my heart of hearts. I was even willing to face the freezing cold rain with them just because they were that special to me.

After a quick shower in almost scalding hot was I grabbed my backpack, a cereal bar in my other hand. Then I started my now very wet walk to the high school that was nearly two miles away from where I lived. Cars were speeding past throwing up the slush like rain from under their wheels, by the time I reached the old brick building I was almost completely drenched. I sneezed as I walked into the building and into my first period science class; I opened the door expecting to see Mr. Johnson, a short round man with thinning gray hair and a nasally way that he spoke, but was instead greeted with a handsome man wearing a bow-tie. Obviously a substitute teacher, I looked up at the white board and scrawled across the top in black mark was 'Mr. Smith.'

I couldn't help but laugh and he looked up at me curiously, I moved over closer to him and put my hand out to him, "Hello Mr. Smith, I'm Alexandra Tarvin."

He smiled and shook my hand speaking rapidly, "Well we have a test today Alexandra. Alexandra, I like your name, like out of a fairy tale. Are you from a fairy tale?"

I smiled, "No I'm not from a fairy tale, what test are you talking about? Mr. Johnson never told us about a test."

"It's sort of like a get to know you game but in paper form, tests are no fun are they? So boring you just fill in little bubbles. Nothing happens, nothing makes noise, no explosions or anything fun like that. Science should be fun, well... not all science... physics... physics are boring," he said speaking fast again.

I laughed and then reached up having to get on my tiptoes and straighten his bow tie, "That was not straight," I turned to sit in my desk, "And Mr. Smith? Physics are always being proved wrong; I think that they are pointless."

I sat down in my seat pulling out my science notebook from my messenger bag then my favorite black pen beginning to scribble random circular words that I had just seemed to know. Mr. Smith introduced himself to the class as I scribbled away; I wrote my name then wrote 'Mr. Smith hates physics.' When he was coming around handing out his test to us he paused at my desk looking at what I had decorated the front of my notebook with, he tapped my desk with a ruler to make me look up.

"Yes Mr. Smith?" I asked putting my pen down.

He seemed a little stiff as he asked, "What are you drawing there?"

"Oh... it's just like a code I made up..." I said nervously, "I've used this code since I was a kid."

He was choosing his words carefully, "No one ever taught you this?"

I shook my head and he put the test in front of me and walked back up to the front. I looked down at the test, number 1, what does TARDIS stand for? I blinked, what was this? But somewhere in my deep subconscious I knew the answer, Time and Relative Dimensions in Space; I wrote it down and could feel Mr. Smith staring at me. Number Two, describe time, I paused for a second, it's all curved and warped, it doesn't move in a straight line, like a big ball of confusing stuff. Number three, are you an alien? No. I'm a human, I think. Number Four, What's your name? Alexandra Tess Tarvin. Number five; is that your real name? Yes. There were no more questions after that, so I stood up and took my test up to Mr. Smith, the rest of my class seemed in shock that I was done already, maybe they were still thrown off by the first question or something. I handed it to him and he smiled, I looked over at my best friend Tara and she looked a little angry with me.

" Since when can you read Portuguese?" she mouthed at me as my eyes got wide and I looked down at the test I had just handed in, it looked like English, but when I focused in on it I saw that it was some sort of language close to Spanish.

I looked at Mr. Smith in shock; an all knowing smile was on his face. For a split second I was at ease. Until I heard an angry robotic screaming.

"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!"