The Last Invasion
School
His hand snaked out of the covers, searching blindly along before slamming down on the blaring alarm clock. Casey slowly pulled the covers down from his head, blinking in the harsh morning light, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. He paused, staring out his bedroom window to the house across the way, where Riva stood, surveying herself in a small mirror. His eyes widen and he stood, stepping up to the window to get a better view. She looked . . .good, REALLY good! Where in the world did an alien get an outfit like that, or learn to apply makeup so flawlessly?
Casey no longer stalled on getting ready, but rushed to do so, eager to ask Riva the questions he kept asking himself. Just as he was about to zip out the door, Matt appeared, a cup of coffee in one hand, yawning and rubbing his unshaven jaw, "Hey alienator. What's the big rush, you late?"
"Oh, hi Uncle Matt. No, I'm not running late, just don't want to miss the bus is all."
"Ah, gotcha. You have your lunch? Homework? Key?"
Casey smirked wryly at his uncle, "You reading off that list Mom gave you?" Matt smiled sheepishly, "That easy to tell, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Well, then I'm sure you have everything. See you later then, Case."
Casey opened up the door, "Bye Uncle Matt." Then, shouldering his book bag, he crossed the yard.
He stared apprehensively at the door, as if it were a growling monster, either that or Mary Beth in her true form. Suddenly he wasn't so eager to ask her those questions and he was seriously debating just running off to school without the alien girl. He had enough trouble at school, why make it worse by bringing some odd new girl? He never actually got the chance to decide since Riva appeared, grinning and opening the door. "Greetings Casey Conner."
"Hi Riva," Casey replied, eyeing the alien up and down. She caught his look and struck a slight pose, "Do I fill the requirements of a normal, human girl your age?" The boy couldn't help but grin, "Fill it? Riva, you surpass it more than I could have imagined! How did you know to dress like that? Where'd you get those clothes?"
It was now the alien's turn to smirk, "Mary Beth had a few teenage girl magazines lying around. I simply followed the easy instructions inside. I found the clothes inside, but apparently Mary Beth had not yet worn them. Atlantians do not like non-conservative clothing, though they do not wear any in their true forms."
"Oh, well, good idea. You'll fit in perfectly," he paused and pointed to the bag hanging from her shoulders warily, "What's that?" Riva frowned, pulling it from her shoulder and holding it out, "I believe it's Mary Beth's old things. There are some school supplies in it that she had used previously." Casey pulled away from it suddenly, as if it were the plague, wanting to have nothing to do with something that belong to the deceased alien. Riva saw the look that crossed his face and quickly returned it to its place on her shoulder, "Should I not bring it?"
"No, no, its fine. I just have . . . bad memories from Mary Beth. But, no, bring it, you'll need it."
"All right, if you are sure Casey Conner," Riva replied hesitantly, stepping out beside him and closing the door. "We should get going, shouldn't we? We do not want to miss the bus, I believe it's called." The boy sighed, so she knew about the bus. Apparently Riva had done her homework. "I thought we could walk to school," he muttered lamely, not wanting to start his day of torture early, and not wanting Riva to see that he really was no hero of earth, just another, typical school wimp.
"Not take the bus? Isn't it a long way to school?"
"Well, yeah-"
"We would be late if we walk to school. I do not wish to be late on my first day, Casey Conner."
The blue-eyed teen thought quickly for another excuse when he was rescued from having to come up with any. A screeching noise was coming behind them, and there appeared Zeke in his GTO with a loud thud as the car lurched to a halt. "Need a lift?"
"Yes!" Casey yelped a bit to eagerly, piling into the back of the car. Zeke glanced at him with a raised eyebrow as Riva climbed into the passenger's side, but he said nothing, instead giving the alien girl a wolf whistle, "Riva, you are one hot alien."
"I actually find this skirt to be a bit chilly."
"Never mind," he muttered, suppressing a chuckle and gunning the car forward. There was a loud whine from the engine before it finally began to move, Casey wondering if it would make it to school in one piece.
It did make it, early in fact. The three exited the car and were greeted by Stan and Stokely. Stan was a bit wary about Riva, not quite sure if she really was an alien, or some prank set up by his girlfriend. But Riva willingly gave him proof, and Stan no longer doubted. Moments later the bell rang and Riva followed Casey to the office. He quickly made up an excuse that Riva was a cousin who had just moved to town and wanted to enroll in Herrington High. "And I was thinking I could just show her around today, let her go to my classes with me," Casey finished, crossing his fingers that they would believe his tale. They did, and a little bit later, Casey and Riva arrived at their first class: Mr. Tate's.
Casey cursed under his breath as he surveyed the room. The only two seats left were in the back, right next to Gabe. Riva looked at the boy from the corner of her eye, wondering why they had not yet sat down when Casey grabbed her wrist and dragged her down to the two seats left. She sat eagerly down, pulling a notebook from her bag, along with a pen. She glanced up when the boy beside her whistled, "Hey doll, whatcha doin' with a loser like Casey?"
"Excuse me?"
"I said why are you hanging with Casey when you could me with a real man: me." Gabe replied, leaning over to whisper in her ear. Riva's eyebrows knotted, confusion crossing her face when Casey barged in, "Lay off Gabe. She's my cousin, all right? Leave her alone."
Gabe sneered, "You telling me what to do, shrimp? You sure that's a good idea?" Before Casey could reply, Mr. Tate stepped up, calling for attention as began another one of his infamously boring lectures. Riva eyed Gabe hesitantly before turning to her friend, "What was that about Casey Conner? Who is that boy?"
"That's Gabe. He's a big jerk, captain of the football team. You'll want to stay away from him, Riva."
"Casey! Do we have a problem back there or can I continue with my lecture?"
"Sorry Mr. Tate, sir."
The boy fell silent and the teacher continued with his lesson as Riva picked up her pen and began to take notes. After only a few moments, Riva had filled up a whole page of notes and was starting on the next when Casey leaned over to see all that she had written down. She had written every single word that Mr. Tate had said. Every word. Casey sighed, dropping his forehead into his hands, Riva may look human, but that's where the similarities ended.
Finally, last period. Casey breathed a sigh of relief, and then stopped, oh great, it was gym. He glanced uncertainly towards Riva, wondering what he should do next. "Uh, Riva, we have a problem."
"Hey Case, who's your friend?"
"Delilah." He spoke the name with dread as the head cheerleader made her way towards the two. "This is my cousin, Riva. Riva this is Delilah Profitt."
"Nice meeting you Delilah Profitt."
"Hm, I'm sure. So you guys are cousins? Where are you from Riva? Going to be staying long or just visiting?"
Riva looked wide-eyed at Delilah, shooting a helpless look at Casey, who looked just as unsure. They were saved by Stokely who strolled up to them, shouldering Delilah "accidentally." She grinned, "Hey Case, Riva. Why don't I show her around gym, Case? See you later after gym." She hooked her arm around Riva's arm and began to drag the alien towards the locker room, Delilah looking at them suspiciously, trailing behind.
"Just do what I tell you, and you'll be fine," Stokely instructed, leading her over to a row of lockers and opening one. Riva glanced around the room, her nose slightly wrinkled, "What is everyone doing?"
"Changing into their gym clothes."
Riva whirled around to Stokely, her eyes fearful, "Am I required to do this?" She motioned to her abdomen, tugging up a corner of her shirt to reveal the blue-tinted skin. Stokely bit her lip, yanking Riva's shirt down as Delilah walked over. "Aren't you going to change, Riva?"
Stokely answered snappishly, "She doesn't have any clothes."
"I can get her some." Delilah said with an eager smile.
"Don't bother, she can't play today. She has asthma."
"So does Katie, but she plays."
"Riva doesn't have her inhaler."
Delilah raised an eyebrow unbelievingly, but shrugged and turned on her heel to walk away. Stokely breathed a sigh of relief, "Better watch her, Riva. She's one mean brat. Come on, you can just sit on the bleachers and watch. I'll sit with you, say I have cramps or something."
Riva frowned, "Cramps?"
"I'll explain it later," Stokely laughed, pulling Riva along.
A/N: Wow, sorry it's been so long since I've updated, but I've been really busy. We're moving next week, and last week I had play practice every day. And today, we had to put my dog down, so I've been rather depressed lately. Which is why this chapter is so awful, I'll try to make the next one better. Thanks for the reviews guys!
School
His hand snaked out of the covers, searching blindly along before slamming down on the blaring alarm clock. Casey slowly pulled the covers down from his head, blinking in the harsh morning light, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. He paused, staring out his bedroom window to the house across the way, where Riva stood, surveying herself in a small mirror. His eyes widen and he stood, stepping up to the window to get a better view. She looked . . .good, REALLY good! Where in the world did an alien get an outfit like that, or learn to apply makeup so flawlessly?
Casey no longer stalled on getting ready, but rushed to do so, eager to ask Riva the questions he kept asking himself. Just as he was about to zip out the door, Matt appeared, a cup of coffee in one hand, yawning and rubbing his unshaven jaw, "Hey alienator. What's the big rush, you late?"
"Oh, hi Uncle Matt. No, I'm not running late, just don't want to miss the bus is all."
"Ah, gotcha. You have your lunch? Homework? Key?"
Casey smirked wryly at his uncle, "You reading off that list Mom gave you?" Matt smiled sheepishly, "That easy to tell, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Well, then I'm sure you have everything. See you later then, Case."
Casey opened up the door, "Bye Uncle Matt." Then, shouldering his book bag, he crossed the yard.
He stared apprehensively at the door, as if it were a growling monster, either that or Mary Beth in her true form. Suddenly he wasn't so eager to ask her those questions and he was seriously debating just running off to school without the alien girl. He had enough trouble at school, why make it worse by bringing some odd new girl? He never actually got the chance to decide since Riva appeared, grinning and opening the door. "Greetings Casey Conner."
"Hi Riva," Casey replied, eyeing the alien up and down. She caught his look and struck a slight pose, "Do I fill the requirements of a normal, human girl your age?" The boy couldn't help but grin, "Fill it? Riva, you surpass it more than I could have imagined! How did you know to dress like that? Where'd you get those clothes?"
It was now the alien's turn to smirk, "Mary Beth had a few teenage girl magazines lying around. I simply followed the easy instructions inside. I found the clothes inside, but apparently Mary Beth had not yet worn them. Atlantians do not like non-conservative clothing, though they do not wear any in their true forms."
"Oh, well, good idea. You'll fit in perfectly," he paused and pointed to the bag hanging from her shoulders warily, "What's that?" Riva frowned, pulling it from her shoulder and holding it out, "I believe it's Mary Beth's old things. There are some school supplies in it that she had used previously." Casey pulled away from it suddenly, as if it were the plague, wanting to have nothing to do with something that belong to the deceased alien. Riva saw the look that crossed his face and quickly returned it to its place on her shoulder, "Should I not bring it?"
"No, no, its fine. I just have . . . bad memories from Mary Beth. But, no, bring it, you'll need it."
"All right, if you are sure Casey Conner," Riva replied hesitantly, stepping out beside him and closing the door. "We should get going, shouldn't we? We do not want to miss the bus, I believe it's called." The boy sighed, so she knew about the bus. Apparently Riva had done her homework. "I thought we could walk to school," he muttered lamely, not wanting to start his day of torture early, and not wanting Riva to see that he really was no hero of earth, just another, typical school wimp.
"Not take the bus? Isn't it a long way to school?"
"Well, yeah-"
"We would be late if we walk to school. I do not wish to be late on my first day, Casey Conner."
The blue-eyed teen thought quickly for another excuse when he was rescued from having to come up with any. A screeching noise was coming behind them, and there appeared Zeke in his GTO with a loud thud as the car lurched to a halt. "Need a lift?"
"Yes!" Casey yelped a bit to eagerly, piling into the back of the car. Zeke glanced at him with a raised eyebrow as Riva climbed into the passenger's side, but he said nothing, instead giving the alien girl a wolf whistle, "Riva, you are one hot alien."
"I actually find this skirt to be a bit chilly."
"Never mind," he muttered, suppressing a chuckle and gunning the car forward. There was a loud whine from the engine before it finally began to move, Casey wondering if it would make it to school in one piece.
It did make it, early in fact. The three exited the car and were greeted by Stan and Stokely. Stan was a bit wary about Riva, not quite sure if she really was an alien, or some prank set up by his girlfriend. But Riva willingly gave him proof, and Stan no longer doubted. Moments later the bell rang and Riva followed Casey to the office. He quickly made up an excuse that Riva was a cousin who had just moved to town and wanted to enroll in Herrington High. "And I was thinking I could just show her around today, let her go to my classes with me," Casey finished, crossing his fingers that they would believe his tale. They did, and a little bit later, Casey and Riva arrived at their first class: Mr. Tate's.
Casey cursed under his breath as he surveyed the room. The only two seats left were in the back, right next to Gabe. Riva looked at the boy from the corner of her eye, wondering why they had not yet sat down when Casey grabbed her wrist and dragged her down to the two seats left. She sat eagerly down, pulling a notebook from her bag, along with a pen. She glanced up when the boy beside her whistled, "Hey doll, whatcha doin' with a loser like Casey?"
"Excuse me?"
"I said why are you hanging with Casey when you could me with a real man: me." Gabe replied, leaning over to whisper in her ear. Riva's eyebrows knotted, confusion crossing her face when Casey barged in, "Lay off Gabe. She's my cousin, all right? Leave her alone."
Gabe sneered, "You telling me what to do, shrimp? You sure that's a good idea?" Before Casey could reply, Mr. Tate stepped up, calling for attention as began another one of his infamously boring lectures. Riva eyed Gabe hesitantly before turning to her friend, "What was that about Casey Conner? Who is that boy?"
"That's Gabe. He's a big jerk, captain of the football team. You'll want to stay away from him, Riva."
"Casey! Do we have a problem back there or can I continue with my lecture?"
"Sorry Mr. Tate, sir."
The boy fell silent and the teacher continued with his lesson as Riva picked up her pen and began to take notes. After only a few moments, Riva had filled up a whole page of notes and was starting on the next when Casey leaned over to see all that she had written down. She had written every single word that Mr. Tate had said. Every word. Casey sighed, dropping his forehead into his hands, Riva may look human, but that's where the similarities ended.
Finally, last period. Casey breathed a sigh of relief, and then stopped, oh great, it was gym. He glanced uncertainly towards Riva, wondering what he should do next. "Uh, Riva, we have a problem."
"Hey Case, who's your friend?"
"Delilah." He spoke the name with dread as the head cheerleader made her way towards the two. "This is my cousin, Riva. Riva this is Delilah Profitt."
"Nice meeting you Delilah Profitt."
"Hm, I'm sure. So you guys are cousins? Where are you from Riva? Going to be staying long or just visiting?"
Riva looked wide-eyed at Delilah, shooting a helpless look at Casey, who looked just as unsure. They were saved by Stokely who strolled up to them, shouldering Delilah "accidentally." She grinned, "Hey Case, Riva. Why don't I show her around gym, Case? See you later after gym." She hooked her arm around Riva's arm and began to drag the alien towards the locker room, Delilah looking at them suspiciously, trailing behind.
"Just do what I tell you, and you'll be fine," Stokely instructed, leading her over to a row of lockers and opening one. Riva glanced around the room, her nose slightly wrinkled, "What is everyone doing?"
"Changing into their gym clothes."
Riva whirled around to Stokely, her eyes fearful, "Am I required to do this?" She motioned to her abdomen, tugging up a corner of her shirt to reveal the blue-tinted skin. Stokely bit her lip, yanking Riva's shirt down as Delilah walked over. "Aren't you going to change, Riva?"
Stokely answered snappishly, "She doesn't have any clothes."
"I can get her some." Delilah said with an eager smile.
"Don't bother, she can't play today. She has asthma."
"So does Katie, but she plays."
"Riva doesn't have her inhaler."
Delilah raised an eyebrow unbelievingly, but shrugged and turned on her heel to walk away. Stokely breathed a sigh of relief, "Better watch her, Riva. She's one mean brat. Come on, you can just sit on the bleachers and watch. I'll sit with you, say I have cramps or something."
Riva frowned, "Cramps?"
"I'll explain it later," Stokely laughed, pulling Riva along.
A/N: Wow, sorry it's been so long since I've updated, but I've been really busy. We're moving next week, and last week I had play practice every day. And today, we had to put my dog down, so I've been rather depressed lately. Which is why this chapter is so awful, I'll try to make the next one better. Thanks for the reviews guys!