ALIEN'S ANGEL by Trisscar Swordmaid (aka A Vulcan called Ka'Lyn)
Disclaimer: I do not own "Signs" or the characters from the movie, like everyone else here.
Author's Note: I uploaded this chapter again so the stupid html code would not distract the readers. Hint to all iMac users - don't upload stories using AppleWorks! Microsoft Office for Mac is worth the money! Dude, I love this thing!! ^_^
R and R please!
Chapter One
It had been five months since the alien's unsuccessful invasion but to Morgan Hess, it only seemed like a few days ago. The events showed in his head like a movie on continuous play. It was a hard thing to accept, that you were almost killed by an extraterrestrial, and a terrifying one, at that matter. It was like the end of the world in the stories and fairy tales.
But he had to suck it up and push the very subject to the back of her brain so he could focus on the more normal things - sports, homework, friends, family, and, the most important of all, some more homework, although he wasn't necessarily thrilled at the idea.
Today, however, seemed as normal as any other day, being Monday, which was always slow and annoying to kids who had to go to school, Morgan included. He was a 5th grader now, the students who were literally on top of the world at the campus, or so they were told. Still, like all the other Mondays that have passed and are yet to come, the day would go by endlessly.
Morgan walked into a classroom, book and notebook wrapped in his arms. He was about twenty-five minutes early, although it was a habit now for him to arrive before many of the other students did. "Good morning," he said politely to the teacher as he took his seat at the other end of the room. The teacher, Mrs. Hartfeld, smiled momentarily at him then turned back around. That was when he first noticed that she was talking in a low voice to another student, although Morgan couldn't see him or her because Mrs. Hartfeld was blocking his view.
With a silent sigh of frustration, he gave up on trying to figure out who else was in the room besides him and the teacher. He opened his book, the same one he had bought before about extraterrestrials at Nathan's Bookstore. He flipped through the pages, trying to find his place when the teacher finally turned to him.
"Morgan? You're here early again." Mrs. Hartfeld paused to smile. Morgan looked up at her, his train of thought and concentration interrupted. She continued, "We have a new student, as you have probably already figured. Meet Rebecca Burke from Texas."
She then stepped aside to reveal the one she had been talking to. Rebecca Burke turned out to be a skinny girl about his height, light-skinned, with short blonde hair, cut into a wedge style and startling blue eyes. Rebecca smiled slightly at him, although the only thing she offered him was that smile; she didn't say a word.
Mrs. Hartfeld laid her thin hand on Rebecca's shoulder and said to her, "This is Morgan Hess. He's a nice kid, you two would make good friends." The girl nodded in mild belief, still not responding verbally. Morgan had a hard time believing they would be good friends as well. They obviously had nothing in common.
It grew closer to the time the bell would ring, indicating that the kids should go to class to prepare for a day of hard work. Rebecca slipped to the back of the room just as the bell rang, taking the seat in the corner and setting her books and supplies on the desk. Students began to pour into the room, greeting each other with unnecessary loudness. Once Mrs. Hartfeld regained control over the class, she introduced Rebecca, who stood just for a moment so everyone could turn and acknowledge her presence.
By lunchtime, Morgan had already been in three out of four classes with the silent blonde girl. She was obviously smart, but shy, because she got all the questions in Math solved correctly first, although she didn't share how she worked out the problems when the teacher asked for volunteers. Then in English, the teacher persuaded her to describe her home in Texas. Even the teacher was amazed with the vocabulary she used, which easily painted a picture in their minds what Texas was like. In History, however, she remained as quiet as a mouse, although she listened to the teacher speak with intent fascination while everyone else just tried to catch up on their sleep.
Morgan went into the cafeteria with a sack lunch in his hands. He went to the assigned table for his class and sat next to one of his friends, a tall and tubby boy called Greg. They chattered away with a few other boys, not once noticing the new girl taking a seat at one end of the table, isolating herself. Lunch went by uneventfully, like it should, with everything calm and in order.
The next class for Morgan was physical education (often called P.E. or Gym). It was for both girls and boys, since they weren't required to change clothes. Rebecca was in P.E. at that time, too.
The coaches, a married couple with the last name Lalen, announced to them that they would be doing foot races, which was when one person from each team made a horizontal line and ran as fast as fast as they could to the wall, touch it and run back to the starting line. The person who was first back received two points, which went to his or her team, while the one in second place got one point. The team with the most points won.
When the students realized what game they were playing, many girls groaned loudly as some boys cheered. Morgan didn't really enjoy running because his asthma always seemed to slow him down, but he didn't complain. Next, Mr. and Mrs. Lalen separated them into six large groups, three sitting at either side of the gym, each person on every team sitting one behind the other, starting a new column with a new team each time. The racers would run between them.
Morgan watched patiently, observing how everyone ran, who came in first and last, as the time ticked by. But when Rebecca placed herself at the starting line with the other racers, he paid closer attention. She bent forward, one leg out and the other one back behind her, touching the line with her hands. She looked ready for anything.
The whistle blew and the racers broke into a fast sprint. Morgan surveyed the way the girl dashed in front of everyone. She moved smoothly, her feet softly pacing on the floor with a cat's grace. Her movement was far too familiar to him. It seemed haunting.and like the way the aliens moved when they stole across the ground at night. The thought startled him and he closed his eyes after Rebecca crossed the starting line, winning first place.
Was it just déjà vu?
Author's Note: Please review kindly; I don't appreciate flames. Hopefully this won't be one of my infamous and forever-to-be-unfinished stories! Heh heh.
Disclaimer: I do not own "Signs" or the characters from the movie, like everyone else here.
Author's Note: I uploaded this chapter again so the stupid html code would not distract the readers. Hint to all iMac users - don't upload stories using AppleWorks! Microsoft Office for Mac is worth the money! Dude, I love this thing!! ^_^
R and R please!
Chapter One
It had been five months since the alien's unsuccessful invasion but to Morgan Hess, it only seemed like a few days ago. The events showed in his head like a movie on continuous play. It was a hard thing to accept, that you were almost killed by an extraterrestrial, and a terrifying one, at that matter. It was like the end of the world in the stories and fairy tales.
But he had to suck it up and push the very subject to the back of her brain so he could focus on the more normal things - sports, homework, friends, family, and, the most important of all, some more homework, although he wasn't necessarily thrilled at the idea.
Today, however, seemed as normal as any other day, being Monday, which was always slow and annoying to kids who had to go to school, Morgan included. He was a 5th grader now, the students who were literally on top of the world at the campus, or so they were told. Still, like all the other Mondays that have passed and are yet to come, the day would go by endlessly.
Morgan walked into a classroom, book and notebook wrapped in his arms. He was about twenty-five minutes early, although it was a habit now for him to arrive before many of the other students did. "Good morning," he said politely to the teacher as he took his seat at the other end of the room. The teacher, Mrs. Hartfeld, smiled momentarily at him then turned back around. That was when he first noticed that she was talking in a low voice to another student, although Morgan couldn't see him or her because Mrs. Hartfeld was blocking his view.
With a silent sigh of frustration, he gave up on trying to figure out who else was in the room besides him and the teacher. He opened his book, the same one he had bought before about extraterrestrials at Nathan's Bookstore. He flipped through the pages, trying to find his place when the teacher finally turned to him.
"Morgan? You're here early again." Mrs. Hartfeld paused to smile. Morgan looked up at her, his train of thought and concentration interrupted. She continued, "We have a new student, as you have probably already figured. Meet Rebecca Burke from Texas."
She then stepped aside to reveal the one she had been talking to. Rebecca Burke turned out to be a skinny girl about his height, light-skinned, with short blonde hair, cut into a wedge style and startling blue eyes. Rebecca smiled slightly at him, although the only thing she offered him was that smile; she didn't say a word.
Mrs. Hartfeld laid her thin hand on Rebecca's shoulder and said to her, "This is Morgan Hess. He's a nice kid, you two would make good friends." The girl nodded in mild belief, still not responding verbally. Morgan had a hard time believing they would be good friends as well. They obviously had nothing in common.
It grew closer to the time the bell would ring, indicating that the kids should go to class to prepare for a day of hard work. Rebecca slipped to the back of the room just as the bell rang, taking the seat in the corner and setting her books and supplies on the desk. Students began to pour into the room, greeting each other with unnecessary loudness. Once Mrs. Hartfeld regained control over the class, she introduced Rebecca, who stood just for a moment so everyone could turn and acknowledge her presence.
By lunchtime, Morgan had already been in three out of four classes with the silent blonde girl. She was obviously smart, but shy, because she got all the questions in Math solved correctly first, although she didn't share how she worked out the problems when the teacher asked for volunteers. Then in English, the teacher persuaded her to describe her home in Texas. Even the teacher was amazed with the vocabulary she used, which easily painted a picture in their minds what Texas was like. In History, however, she remained as quiet as a mouse, although she listened to the teacher speak with intent fascination while everyone else just tried to catch up on their sleep.
Morgan went into the cafeteria with a sack lunch in his hands. He went to the assigned table for his class and sat next to one of his friends, a tall and tubby boy called Greg. They chattered away with a few other boys, not once noticing the new girl taking a seat at one end of the table, isolating herself. Lunch went by uneventfully, like it should, with everything calm and in order.
The next class for Morgan was physical education (often called P.E. or Gym). It was for both girls and boys, since they weren't required to change clothes. Rebecca was in P.E. at that time, too.
The coaches, a married couple with the last name Lalen, announced to them that they would be doing foot races, which was when one person from each team made a horizontal line and ran as fast as fast as they could to the wall, touch it and run back to the starting line. The person who was first back received two points, which went to his or her team, while the one in second place got one point. The team with the most points won.
When the students realized what game they were playing, many girls groaned loudly as some boys cheered. Morgan didn't really enjoy running because his asthma always seemed to slow him down, but he didn't complain. Next, Mr. and Mrs. Lalen separated them into six large groups, three sitting at either side of the gym, each person on every team sitting one behind the other, starting a new column with a new team each time. The racers would run between them.
Morgan watched patiently, observing how everyone ran, who came in first and last, as the time ticked by. But when Rebecca placed herself at the starting line with the other racers, he paid closer attention. She bent forward, one leg out and the other one back behind her, touching the line with her hands. She looked ready for anything.
The whistle blew and the racers broke into a fast sprint. Morgan surveyed the way the girl dashed in front of everyone. She moved smoothly, her feet softly pacing on the floor with a cat's grace. Her movement was far too familiar to him. It seemed haunting.and like the way the aliens moved when they stole across the ground at night. The thought startled him and he closed his eyes after Rebecca crossed the starting line, winning first place.
Was it just déjà vu?
Author's Note: Please review kindly; I don't appreciate flames. Hopefully this won't be one of my infamous and forever-to-be-unfinished stories! Heh heh.