When Mark Nova Dissapeared

Mark Nova sat alone in his tree house in the middle of the night, the cool fall wind blowing the branches of the tree against the its frame, tapping against the wood like fingers on a desk. Fitting since Mark couldn't sleep and was contemplating what had happened today in Ms. Hexon's eighth grade class. It was unnatural.

Mark was known for being a good kid, the kind of person that stood up for the little guy, held doors for people, and excelled academically and athletically. He joined every sport that Mystic Woods Middle School offered and spent his weekends tutoring other kids in the school. He was liked, he was popular, but today he got into a fight with a teacher and he was trying to wrap his mind around what happened. It was so strange that it was hard to comprehend it as real, and he was mad, madder than he'd ever been in his entire life. He just needed this quiet time to think.

There was this boy in class, a tiny kid who had breathing issues, he suffered from asthma. During class this boy, Devon couldn't breathe, something triggered his asthma, probably the stress of being in Ms. Hexon's class. While Ms. Hexon was in the middle of her lecture, Devon was going into an asthma attack. Ms. Hexon was not very liked, not by the teachers nor the students. She was a mean woman who yelled a lot and made it a point to tell the students that she didn't like them and that they were going to have a hard year. Mark, with his helpfulness, kindness, and intelligence was usually able to get the teachers to like him or understand where he was coming from. He rarely was rude outright unless he felt something was really wrong. Well, today was one of those days. Ms. Hexon didn't like to be interrupted, but Mark did so for good reason.

"Ms. Hexon, I think Devon needs to go down to the nurse. He's having a hard time breathing!"

Ms. Hexon turned to look. Her curly red hair was poofed up in a ball around her head and her makeup looked like she had slept in it the night before. "I am tired of your pranks children! Whenever I write up here I hear snickering, snorting, coughing, giggling, and now we are feigning asthma attacks to get out of my class? He can wait until I am done."

"Ms. Hexon this isn't a joke! Devon needs to go down to the nurse or get his inhaler!" Mark yelled back at the teacher. "Devon where is your inhaler is it on you?"

Devon tried to respond but it was hard without getting enough air.

"SIT DOWN!" Ms. Hexon yelled as Mark was searching through Devon's things. Mark was scrambling he couldn't find Devon's inhaler and he thought that saving his friend was more important than listening to the teacher's lecture right now. He fumbled through Devon's backpack and coat pockets.

"I'm taking him down to the nurse. Come on Devon," Mark coaxed the tiny red headed boy.

"Sit down! no one is leaving my class unless i give them permission," Ms. Hexon argued.

"Then give us permission! He's going to die if we don't help him!" Mark said as he thrust Devon over his shoulders to take him to the nurse, but something knocked him over! Something stopped him right in his tracks as he Devon and the rest of the students in the classroom crashed to the ground. It was like a powerful gust of wind came into this room knocked everyone out. Mark remembered having Devon on his back and the next thing he remembered was darkness.

When he finally woke up the classroom was a disaster. The students were all alive, but they were on the floor and leaning against different walls of the room. Mark stood up and eyed Ms. Hexon. angrily. This was not normal, what happened in this room was not natural. She stood there her tiny frame taking up more space than it should.

"You children shouldn't have attacked me."

"Attacked you? We didn't attack you!" Mark replied angrily.

"Why else would this room be such a disaster you vandals?" She asked.

"You attacked us! I was trying to help Devon get to the nurse!" Mark replied.

"Devon is fine, but my classroom is not. I'm going to have to talk to each of your parents about what happens when you don't listen.

"We didn't do this! None of them, none of us deserved this! I was trying to help a fellow student!" Mark yelled.

The other students started waking up unsure of what happened.

"Students this is what happens when I am attacked. This classroom is a disaster because of your vandalizm. I was scared for my life!" Amelia said.

"That's not what happened!" Another boy yelled from the floor.

"What do you think your parents will believe? Look at me and how tiny I am, and look at all of you. Why would I want to destroy my own classroom?" Ms. Hexon smirked.

"How would you explain us all on the floor?" Mark asked.

"You were all rambuntious children and the class got out of control."

Nobody knew what to believe. The students knew what happened, but the adults probably wouldn't believe them. That was why Mark was sitting alone in the tree house in the middle of the night. He couldn't understand why someone would do something like that, why someone would lie outright! There was an investigation going on at the school, his class might get suspended for doing nothing wrong. How did she knock him down? Something wasn't right with that woman.

As he thought he heard a strange sound coming from above like a low humming. He looked out of the tree house window and saw a large glowing beam of green light coming from the sky. He felt his body lift off the floor and start floating out the window. He held onto the side of the tree house for support, and tried to pull himself back in. He started screaming! First he was thrown to the floor by some magical gust of wind, now he was being pulled into the sky by a glowing green light.

"Mom! Dad! Help!" he called, but his voice sounded muffled even to him. His fingers lost their grip on the tree house, his body floated effortlessly into the sky within the green glowing light and was transported into a ship. He was quickly tranquilized and the ship took off away from Earth in the direction of the mother planet where further tests on humans could be done. Mark, if he passed the excruciating tests and extensive experiments, would be perfect for their army.

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