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Aliens attacked my school !!!!Loading...
By Eliza Moreaux-Perez
It was a Friday 3rd, and in my case that means 'UNLUCKY DAY !'. We were in English class, and I loved my teacher, she was sweet, kind and patient, but when students were mean to each other she could be very, very angry, that side of her was really scary ! I think it was 9 AM. We were taking an exam, when we all heard something land on the roof. "What was that ?" I thought. I thought it was a helicopter. But who might it be ? I have to say that I was a little sacred, very scared actually. The teacher told us to get out, so we did. Nobody took anything with them, because we all thought that nothing bad was going on. Once outside, my class and I were looking at the roof, but there was nothing on it. Then, one of my friend screamed. We all turned aroud to see what the hell was happening, and we saw, my favourite teacher Mrs Demaison, being stabbed by something behind her and she said 'RUN !' before her body fell on the ground. And the thing that killed her, disappeared.
No sound came from anybody, we all were petrified. But someone said 'We are going to die !' Then, I stood in front of everyone and said 'This, can not take us down, we are going to fight for our lives. This is not how we are going to end !' Saying this, I was pointing my finger at my teacher, may she rest in peace. And, with bravery in my shacky voice, I said : 'Each one of you are going to go in different classes to warn everyone that if we stay here, we will be in danger. Take scissors and compasses for your own safety. If you find creatures on your way, KILL THEM !' And with that, we all left in diferent ways. I went with two of my friends. They were frantic, and to be honest so was I. We were on our way to room 28 but in front of the door, ready to open it, was an ugly green thing. He was tall, taller than Emma - one of my friend- he had 3 fingers on each hand. He had a really big head with five eyes and three noses. He was awful.
His five eyes landed on me and my friends, I was shaking, but then, I remembered my sister, I had one in the school, so I had to protect her. The alien looked at me and then insulted me, but oddly, he spoke our language. Boy, how rude it was ! Ruder than Homer Simpson, can you imaine that ? Well, I responded like this : 'How dare you, you filthy creature, speak to me like that ?' He looked confused and I looked mad, really mad. I threw my compasses into his fifth eye, and like that, he fell on the door, opening it and reavealing himself to the class. One of the girls in the room screamed and I was on the doorstep. All eyes were on me. I explained the situation to the students and they immediatly obeyed my orders, and that was a good thing ! Even if one or two of them didn't belive me, and I didn't really care at the moment. Once downstairs, I had to warn the principal that there was an alien attack and that the English teacher had died.
I went to see her but she had already been warned by other teachers, which was good. So she called all the parents and the police, even if I don't think that the police could have done anything against something that unusual. Then I went to look for my sister, I had to get her out of there. Or i would not have forgiven myself. Once I arrived in her class, she seemed annoyed. So I grabbed her by the shoulders and told her 'You have no right to be grumpy right now, okay ? I am fighting to stay alive so, don't get me more upset than I already am !' And she stopped complaining about a stupid detention she had gotten. All the school was now in the schoolyard, fighting against the aliens. A lot of people died, there was no more aliens, we exploded their invisible ship because we found it randomly. Out of 300 students, there were 50 people still alive, my sister and I survived, but I can't say as much for everyone.
And now, one year later, I still haven't processed what happended. A lot of people died that day, and I will remember each one of them. That day I was traumatised, but I have to get over it, if I want to live on with my life...