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Aliens in School

by BP | Score: 11600

Mrs. Gilman's 3rd period history class had always been a snooze. Even Ms. Boorman's--real name, honest to god--5t period Math look paled in comparison. Which is why when the little green men showed up in the courtyard outside her window, everyone reacted with more relief than terror.

I actually believe we owe a great debt to Mrs. Gilman and her monotone teaching of the Constitutional Congress. Had student's not been so primed for something, anything, to come and break up the monotony we could have had a real situation on our hands.

Just ask Jessica Sampson. She was in English with Mr. Mastriani when it happened. Mr. M had been in the middle of one of his stories--he had earned a reputation for being one of the more lively educators at Dawes High, mainly because of his stories--so when the little green disc landed in the courtyard at the center of the school, pandemonium broke out. I heard Matt LaCossi flipped out. Started running up and down the room, banging his hands on the AC/Heater unit that bulged out from the wall and stopped kids from getting too close to the windows. Seniors swore they were installed because ten years ago a girl threw herself out of math class on the fourth which, conveniently, had also been closed down for the same reason, but one look at the units told you they'd been there since the dawn of time. The school had likely been built around them. Anyway, when the aliens landed, that AC/Heater unit failed to keep old Matt from hopping up on them and stomping his feet like a maniac. Now, I don't blame Mr. M. Not at all. I love his stories, particularly the one from his early twenties when he nearly drowned. Better known as the "Raft Story."

Anyway.

I didn't know what to think when I first saw the aliens land. I guess I convinced myself that it wasn't really happening. Spend enough time bored in school and you're able to convince yourself a lot. I once spent an entire quarter of Spanish class learning how to speed up and slow down my heart rate. By the end of the year I could get that thing bumping pretty good within a few seconds. So when I tell you it took me a good while to realize what was happening, I hope you'll believe me.

It wasn't until Connie Britton jumped up out of her seat and started shouting at the window that I realized it was real. Typical Connie. I don't want to be THAT guy who swears up and down that he had been the first one to see the aliens, but, as far as Mrs. Gilman's class was concerned, I was. It definitely wasn't Connie. Little Ms. perfect GPA has never so much as blinked in class for fear of missing something important. There's no way she was looking out the window when they landed.

But again, I digress.

When the hatch opened and the little green men waddled out, hand in hand, two by two, in a little scattered line, I could feel myself get faint. It's not like it is in the movies where people see aliens and then for plot purposes they're fine with it in under thirty seconds. Phil Masteron passed out. That scared me a hell of a lot more than the aliens because number one, it made me realize it was real and two, Phil was the kind of kid who, once he went down, you could believe that would be it for him. And I like Phil!

Principal DeLorenzo came on the intercom shortly after Vinny Z. joined Phil on the floor. Vinny was also a kid who you could see dropping dead from shock, but he always was less liked than Phil so fewer people seemed to react when he hit the floor. I had never heard Principal DeLorenzo as scared as he was. And I'd heard plenty of scared educators. School shooting this, fire that, secure in place. But something in his voice shook me out of stupor and I think that's when the gates opened and the truth of the matter hit me. For a second I thought I'd be the third one pass out. Luckily I been preparing for such an occasion all year---Gracious Signor Migliacio. 

After about a minute of concentrated breathing, I stood up and joined the rest of my classmates at the windows.

The aliens had all disembarked by the time I pushed myself between Lara Sanderson and Joaquim. Alright, alright,  I admit it, this was not a coincidence. I figured if this was going to be the end of all things then why not ride out that last glimmer of life in between the two hottest people in the 11th grade. Aliens be damned! After all, who knows what could happen.

A boy can dream.

Shortly after the principal finished his squawking--in truth I only listened to the first couple of words--Coach Stamp burst through the door. Vinny had been making his way back to his feet but when coach slammed the door open he went right back to the mat. Poor bastard.

Rumor had it that Coach Stamp and Mrs. Gilman had a thing going. I recall absentmindedly thinking, "Huh, well that proves it." But hallway gossip had lost its luster now that first contact appeared imminent.

Outside, the aliens were gathering around, forming a circle with their bodies.

"They're holding hands!" for some reason Connie felt the need to provide both play-by-play and color commentary for the momentous occasion. I wanted to shout, God dammit Connie, we know! Just go to Harvard and leave the rest of us alone already. But refrained. Even with the world coming to an end I wouldn't put it past Mrs. Gilman to slap me with a detention. Plus coach was there and I didn't want to disappoint him. The football team was undefeated but I imagined this little intergalactic breakthrough meant we wouldn't be freezing our asses off in November, watching kids throw around a pigskin.

Down in the courtyard, the aliens continued adjusting their stances, forming the most perfect circle they could. When it looked as round as it could get, they aliens looked up at the sky and started humming. I remembering thinking it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Oh my god," Connie said. "They're singing." Goddammit Connie!

When their song reached a crescendo a light began to emit from 

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