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The day my
teacher's chest exploded.
By: Ellen Ripley
I sit in math class. The teacher
has been rambling on and on about, what else, math. I think the teacher has
long forgotten that she supposed to be teaching a class and not holding a
conversation with herself. The talkative teacher coughs as if she's choking
on something. She stumbles into a desk, and falls to the floor.
She lays on her back, the place
for which the pain originates is obvious, her chest. No, not her implants.
Inside her chest.
She screams a final agonizing
scream...sounding a lot like Pee Wee Herman. Something explodes out of her
chest. It's electric shaver with a mouth.
It sits in whats left of chest.
It seems to scan the room. It pulls itself the rest of the way out and lunges
at a student. It lands on top of her head. Then it does the worst thing an
electric shaver could do to someone who just spent ALOT of money getting
her hair redyed. It shaves it all away, as the hair falls to the floor in
clumps, the rest of the students back away. They head to the door. I'm still
sitting in my seat wondering what the hell is going on.
Before the nearest student could open
the door, its thrown open and he's squashed between the wall and the door.
In the doorway stands...HAIR STYLISTS!!! They'er heavily armed with every
thing from scissors to smart guns.
I look back to the rabid shaver, its no
longer an electric shaver, it's a giant hair blower! The now bald
girl is hiding under a desk.
The creature is standing in the middle
of the room, the stylist have enter the room. It's a stand off. Which makes
me wonder why I'm still sitting in my set, right in the middle.
The stylists take aim. The creature is about to leap. When suddenly, a bell
rings. The math teacher is standing in front of the class. The hole in her
chest is gone. Everything as back to normal.
"Damn, that sucks." I mumble to myself
as I gather my stuff.
"Did you say something Miss?" the teacher
says glaring at me. I raise my eyebrows of if surprised that she's talking
to me. "Umm...Noo...I don't think so." I answer as I walkout the door.
It was the last class of the day.
Thoughts run through my head, why does school have to start so early? Why
do we drive on park ways, but park on drive ways? What is a hot-dog really
made of? Do I want to know? What's a lava lamp really made of? It can't be
real lava. Is it cheese? Is it water? Is it wine? Oh my god, is it turpentine?
I get home. The rest of the day seems
to fly past. I get my "dinner," from the autochef. It taste...well, very
distasteful. I don't even want to think of what its made of. I get ready
for bed.
When I'm in bed, I lay there starring at the ceiling, I wonder, as I drift
off to sleep. Am I really going to sleep, or am I actually about to wake
up, in a different world? ZZZZZzzzzz.........
The End....or not...?
This was written for the ALIEN HOME PLANET