Dark Skies

“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Furthermore, a small percentage of human beings will openly admit that an exterrestrial species exists beyond this realm of thought. Out of that small percentage only 2% will take action on this idea in hopes of discovering the truth. You are now a part of that 2%. Today you will write about a world beyond the one we live in today. Phillip please read today's objective and agenda,” says Mrs. Gilbert

“Students will be able to identify the elements within a plot in order to compose a dynamic piece of literature based on the following the..…”

As Phillips voice fades into the air a young woman enters the classroom with a peculiar beret on. Its fabric appears to be made out of corduroy with maybe four embroidered patches on it.

“Thank you Phillip. Class we have a new Pirate Parrot amongst us. Miss. Razela Erudite recently moved to the area from Kansas. Razela, we are happy to have you with us. We were just starting a writing session. Please share 2 facts about yourself,” says Mrs.Gilbert.

Razela scans the room before stepping forward.

“Hello. I am Razela. I enjoy sky gazing and dancing.”

“Beautiful Razela. We are looking forward to having you with us. You can get settled in at the back table. Today we are using the color code system for our writing activity. Razela you are purple so when another student chooses that color he or she will partner with you for the class assignment. Everyone else please line up. As soon as you have a partner its happy writing!”

As each student stood in line waiting to pull a color out of the magic hat Razela sat patiently waiting for someone to sit beside her. Staring into space her nose senses the sweet aroma of her grandmother’s fruit garden. The wind glides against her face.

“Hi, I’m Daniel. Are you okay?”

“Oh, hello. I apologize. I was thinking about my grandmother's garden”

“Where are you from again?”

“A small town, you wouldn't know it.”

“Yeah, you're probably right. I was never very good at geography. Lucky for you I am an expert at storytelling.”

“Well yes, that is wonderful news. I love mysteries!”

“Okay, okay! What’s your favorite mystery?”

“Well I don't necessarily have one you see, life's a mystery don't you think? We must live each moment investigating the truth.”

“Wow that’s super deep dude. I mean Z. Can I call you Z?”

Razela chuckles as she nods her head.

“Cool. Mrs. G is serious. Once that clock reaches zero times up. Umm, how about we write separately and combine our ideas.”

“Okay, we can do that but can we agree on one thing?”

“What's that?”

“I will describe the setting and you can come up with dialogue between two conflicting characters.”

“Perfect! Let's get to it.”

As the class settles down, Daniel and Razela periodically glance at each other and smile; Classical music moves the room as students try to imagine a world of beings that exceeded humanity. Some seem to easily transfer this idea onto paper while others' silent screams echo in the back of their minds.

“Times Up!,” Mrs. Gilbert says.

“Can I have someone to share?”

Razela raises her hand.

‘Oh, yes! Please! It would be a pleasure.”

Razela nods at Daniel.

The clouds danced to a song that never lost rhythm on a cold winter night. The trees swayed in astonishment. Several black metal oval shaped ships slowly submerged into the lake. There were no windows. No presence of life. Yet a scream echoed in the night. A man ducked as a slightly heavier man ran erratically out of the closet.

Who are you? He yelled.

Relax! Please! I am you.

What? I am me! You, you are an intruder!

“That’s all we have so far,” Daniel says.

“Well I like it. We can continue this activity tomorrow. Class is dismissed. Have a glorious day on purpose.”

Daniel and Razela part ways at the classroom door but the two know that this moment will change everything. Razela proceeds to her locker at the front of the school and quickly leaves to walk across the street. It appears that no one is home. She proceeds to put her things down and go to her parents' master bathroom. As she looks in the mirror she notices her skin peeling so she grabs a black rag to wash her face and take out her contacts. At that moment she feels at peace in her true form. Her iridescent scales glow in the mirror and golden eyes sparkle as the light peaks through the bathroom door. Suddenly she screeches signaling her mother and father to return home. They teleport in front of her.