By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor
If you asked me what time it was, I could not say. If you asked me what day it was, I couldnāt even tell you that. All around me, the red sands of Planet Xexon swirl and slide in every direction. And in every direction, all I can see is sand, rock, and sky. So, I plant my focus on my body, which has begun to develop these small green bumps; the skin surrounding the bumps is also bruise-green. It seems as though the more my body itches, the more it changes colour.
I am fueled by anxiety and hope. Nothing but rescue matters now; the thought reducing me to guilt and betrayal. Iāve come so far to find my sister, and I havenāt even started looking for her.
āMalory, IāIām so sorry,ā the words are rough and dry, as if I have a mouthful of sandāthereās just so much sand; itās in my clothes, under my nails, and deep in my hair. Iām quite sure Iāve cultivated a look that major motion picture artists would pay big dollars to achieve.
Something I hadnāt noticed right away, thereās a beat up looking galvanized steel cup full of water by my thigh. I wrap my hands around the metal and guzzle down the cool liquid, careful not to spill a drop. The thought occurs to me that it mustāve been the creature, the alien, who left me the water. I guess this means itās safe to assume these creatures are friendly. This fact hits me awake like a jolt of good coffee. Iāve made contact with a friendly extraterrestrial species!
It takes me by surprise when the rock Iām leaning against begins to vibrate. I thought I was hallucinating when I thought it was breathing before. Itās impossible for a mountain to breathe! Unlessā¦ what if this rock really isnāt rock at all?
Continuation of this exciting adventure next week!
