Ms. Harold walked Seth and Sara to their History class. The history teacher, Mr. Wright, came over to introduce himself.
"Hey," Mr. Wright said. "I'm Mr. Wright. Aren't you two the aliens from that book?"
The two nodded.
"I'm Seth and that is my sister, Sara," Seth told him.
"How much do you know about Earth history?"
The two looked mortified.
Amy had the same history class and saw this as a chance to mock them.
"They don't know anything about it!" she shouted. "They don't belong here."
"Amy that is no way to treat fellow students."
"They don't belong at this school, much less this planet."
"Seth, Sara," Mr. Wright said. "The two of you can sit over here."
Mr. Wright pointed to two empty desks next to each other. The rest of the class began to trickle in. A boy with sandy hair and green eyes sat on the opposite side of Seth. The boy had on a Star Wars t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
"I'm Ryan," the boy, Ryan, said. "What's your name?"
"Seth," Seth told Ryan.
"Cool! You're those alien kids!"
Seth and Sara nodded.
"Why are you on Earth?"
"We had a mission to see our friends from a previous quest," Sara said.
"Neat."
Another student came in and sat next to Sara. It was a girl who had black hair and was wearing jeans and a bluish t-shirt but she had her head bent down as if she didn't want to be noticed.
"I'm Ryan," Ryan told the girl "What's your name?"
"Lana," she said then resumed her complete silence.
"Are all humans like this?" Sara questioned Seth.
"Have you never noticed that people are different?" Ryan asked.
"Our last mission was to retrieve the chemicals needed to repair our planets atmospheric composition, we did not have the time to learn about your culture," Seth told him.
"You speak like freaking computers," some kid said.
"Do you have an issue with our form of speaking?" Sara asked.
"You did it again!"
"I do not see the issue."
"Do all aliens talk like this?" the kid asked.
"Our planet has had an atmospheric composition of .1333789645321000008965473421 11 for five million light years," Seth said. (1.)
"In English, that would mean?" the kid asked. Seth looked at the kid.
"My brother does not understand what you are asking," Sara said.
"How do you know that?"
Mr. Wright came over to them.
"Do you need someone who has a better chance of understanding their dialect?" Mr. Wright asked.
"Yes!" the kid yelled. Mr. Wright walked out of the room and came back a few minutes later with a science teacher.
"What the heck are they saying!" the kid asked.
"Hi, I'm Mrs. Isone, what were you trying to tell them?"
"Our planet has had an atmospheric composition of .1333789645321000008965473421 11 for five million light years," Seth repeated.
"Their planet's atmosphere has been unbeatable for fifteen years," Mrs. Isone said.
"How'd you know that?" the kid asked.
"I'm a science teacher. Technically, they use a lot of scientific speak."
"Thanks, Mrs. Isone," Mr. Wright said. "You want have any issues in science class."
Mrs. Isone nodded and walked out of the classroom. Mr. Wright walked up to the front of the classroom.
"For those of you who haven't noticed," he said. "We have two new students, Seth and Sara. Would the two of you come up here introduce yourselves and tell us where you're from?"
Seth and Sara walked up to the front of the classroom.
"I'm Seth and this is my sister, Sara. We come from a planet three million light years away from your own."
"Yeah right!" a girl in the back scoffed.
"Do you require some sort of proof?" Sara asked.
"There is no way you can prove that," the girl said.
Sara then levitated Seth's chair.
Anyone in the lass who disbelieved them let their mouths fall open.
"Why are you here?"
Seth explained their reasoning.
"Why would you come back to a planet after you were attacked on it?" someone asked.
"If you do not mind we wish not to speak of that," Sara said and the two sat down.
"We'll start with our next lesson tomorrow."
"What will we be learning tomorrow?"
"The revolutionary war."
Seth and Sara looked confused.
"We'll explain it tomorrow," Mr. Wright said. "Next you have science with Ms. Isone."
A/N: What'd you think? I know it wasn't great, it was nearing being awful, I know.
Footnotes:
(1.): I know that light years are a measurment of distance not time but I needed a way to confuse the heck out of that kid.
