Alene, Not Alien Chapter 4

by Samantha
in Pennsylvania

March 14th, 2002

I was in the back of the line for the bus, so it took me quite a while to finally get on. When I did, I realized there were no empty seats. None. Nada.

I saw the boy with the beat-up denim jacket staring out the window in a seat towards the back. Did I really want to sit with him, and make an impression so early? I decided to do it.

"Can I sit here?" I asked meekly. The boy looked up. That's when I saw his amazing eyes. They were a total mix of colors, like charcoal and tar. I know that makes his eyes sound bad, but they were awesome-looking.

He shrugged and patted the seat.

"So, what's your name?" he asked me as soon as I sat down. I

"Alene. Alene Morris. Oh, and I'm from the trailer park. Just like you!" Ugh, my nerves were totally getting to me. Here I was, rambling on about something he didn't even ask me about.

He grinned, however. And then the worst thing of all happened.

"Haha, your name sounds like Alien."


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