I don't own WotW. Yall know how it works right? I own Sam and you can't own her unless you ask.

I paused and moved a knob. The Handling Machine suddenly moved forward. I screamed in surprise.

I tried to figure out how to make it stop.

"Get out of my way! Crazed teenager coming through!" I warned. The Martians in the Handling Machines took my advice and got out my path.

I screamed as I realized that controlling this thing was a lot harder than it looked. And it looked hard to begin with! Then I did something I'd thought i'd never do.

"Help! Somebody stop this thing!" I yelled, asking any Martian to save me. Meanwhile, the pit was in total chaos. There was a huge dust cloud over head and for once, the Martians were paniced.

Suddenly, a Martian without a machine was in my path. I knew the gravity heavy alien couldn't get out of my way in time even if it wanted to. Instead, the helpless Martian stared like a deer in headlights.

I screamed again and moved another knob.

By sheer luck, the machine turned before it could make the Martian into intergalatic road kill.

"Sorry!" I called, looking back at the stunned Martian. I looked back forward and again and screamed yet again. I was coming to a wall from the pit. My scream lasted only seconds as the machine hit the wall and flipped over.

That was horribly painful. I opened my eyes surprisingly. I thought that collision would've killed me. I felt the machine move and looked at the side. I could see the legs of a Handling Machine. The Martians were righting my flipped over machine. I got ready to leave my cramped prison. As soon as the gap between the ground and the machine was big enough, I ran out and passed the martians, who had gathered around.

I sat in a corner away from the Martians and checked myself over. It was a little bruised, battered, and cut, but nothing seemed broken. I gave a sigh of relief.

I stayed put and watched the Martians. They managed to flip the machine over and a few was repairing it. The others stared back at me angrily. Suddenly, the Martian's eyes started glowing a bright blue color. I felt my body freeze in place for a moment.

"You've been a very bad human, Samantha." I heard a voice in my head say. It was my Martian sitter. He's the only one that knows my name.

Then there was a horribly painful sensation in my head. I grabbed my head and let out the most peircing high pitch screech I ever made. It lasted only a few agonizing seconds.

If this is what the Martians could easily do, then that means what my sitter was doing to keep me in line was only a small fraction of their real abilities. The Martians are stronger than a human physically, but they were even stronger mentally.

With that horrible fact in mind, I blacked out.

So that's a Martian's punishment for acting up? I'm a good girl then! I made this a bit longer than it's supposed to be to make up for the shortness of the last chapter.

Now Advice from GothicDragon221:

If you hate it when your teacher assigns too much homework, then don't sweat. I have a solution that's bound to get him/her from doing such a horrible thing. Sure it'll get you detention, but it promises to lighten up the homework. It worked for me, and it'll work for you! First, do your homework, but make sure all the answers are wrong. Then when you turn it into the teacher, have the following4 words written in large bold red markers:

You Suck! Screw You!