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My Alien Teacher

Alicia Davis' Ninth Grade Teacher is an Alien!

By moonlightknight the firstPublished 3 years ago 7 min read
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My Alien Teacher
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Colton, Wyoming wasn't much of a town.

It was more like a coal-mining village that got lucky enough for a supermarket to be built. Because of that market popularity in the low populated, mountainous area, the small town became a slightly larger town as people from all over settled in and moved in for sheer convenience.

It all made Alicia skeptical of where this town would be heading in the next three years, when she would be a brand new adult, making her way in the world.

As of right now, she was scanning across the stars on an early Monday morning. Colton wasn't so big now that she had to worry about sky pollution, so Orion, Aquarius, Ursa Major, and even Cassiopeia were on full display for her tonight.

Alicia didn't even mind the mid-Autumn chill that drafted into the old farmhouse she and her father called home. Her eyes blinked rapidly as something new twinkled before them. It seemed like the stars in the cosmos were making way for a new, speedily falling comrade that was streaking incredibly close to her home. It arced, bright and clear in the darkness of the day and she leaped up as soon as its tail disappeared from her sight and over the roof.

Her lack of sleep left her as adrenaline at the possibility of a crash, filled her tired mind. What if it was an illusion? Who cares!?

Alicia bounded out the door without even letting it slam shut like she usually did, it swung behind her as her cell phone's light peered into the spacious gloom of their neglected farmland home.

The meteor that had landed did not land softly, but harshly. Now she could see the skid marks of glowing small embers leading her like a path to treasures or at least something new to see in Colton. She briefly thought of calling her father but her bunny-eared slippers kept carrying her forward as if possessed and they did not stop until she finally found the scariest thing she'd ever seen in all her fourteen years of age.

"No." It escaped her lips. Barely a whisper.

The light of her phone shone upon something her brain could not dare to comprehend. Her father, a well-known librarian taught her a word. It flitted in and out of the back of her mind as she wondered what to do.

Heart hammering in her chest, she finally recalled the word to describe the twelve feet high creature of inky blackness that stood to its full height before her. Something resembling a spiky head, tilted and opened a row of sharp, starkly white teeth, and a languid slow tongue arced into the air. Moving about as if it were sniffing it.

The words her father used when lulling her to sleep about some boring otherworldly being...an eldritch horror. Logically she should photograph it, record it, scream! But her hands did nothing but tremble slightly as she stared at it and it stared at her, yellow eyes seeming to cut through the night sky like the lights of a car at night, terrifying a lone deer.

Insomnia had plagued her entire life. Long sleepless nights, and doctor visits; Prescriptions that never worked out, Melatonin gummy snacks her father tried to give her.

They made her drowsy, sure, and maybe she even got a three or four-hour rest in if she was lucky. But lack of sleep seemed to be her best friend, and it never left her alone.

One of the side effects of insomnia and an overactive, young imagination is seeing things.

Alicia had to be seeing things right now.

The fact that this had to be a hallucination. This was all just a terrible dream.

The chill of the outdoors, the flames from the contraption the creature stepped out of, and the horror itself. All a dream. And when she closes her eyes, her pulse will be at a normal BPM, her body won't be hot and cold at the same time, and she will snug in bed with Sir Georgerton the Third.

Her eyes snapped shut and her hand holding her phone slowly lowered itself to her sides. She took a deep breath and; nothing happened. The cold still surrounded her. In fact, she could smell the grass they stood on smoldering around them. She opened one eye, incredibly slow. The horror was there, tongue gone, but three serpentine orbs still bored down into hers. She'd never felt so small.

Alicia then did the unthinkable. She chucked her phone at the beast while pivoting to quickly run back towards the open door of her home. The creature, said something to her, something her panic-filled, Earth language-filled brain could not understand as she bellowed, "Daddy!"

The hooting of an owl from the barn they used for storage filled her ears as she got further and further away.

Nothing accompanied the owl's cries. No stomping monster hooves, no shrieks that shatter glass. Even still, Alicia nearly dove into the door she left wide open and this time she slammed it shut while bolting the lock behind her.

She sank to her knees, chest heaving as tears blinded her, the adrenaline left and she was smacked with exhaustion as she crawled towards the light of the kitchen. It filled her with relief and fear as she looked up into the hall as lights flickered on. Her father, in a robe and looking perplexed, scooped her up to her feet and pulled a blade of grass from her curls.

"Uh...another late night walk around the house?" He asked, his confusion turned to amusement as he nonchalantly groomed her.

But the plucking and straightening soon stopped as he took in her lack of reply and heaving shoulders. He wrapped his robe around her and picked up a bat and flashlight from a linen closet in the hall.

Alicia could only cling to him and point outside to the door she closed behind her. He led the charge, the bond letting him know all he needed to. She followed him silently, still shivering but fingers holding onto the back of his shirt as he took her back outside.

The walk seemed to take longer now with her father checking the tall grass that surrounded their home. He scratched the top of his head as he came to the indent on the ground. His flashlight caught the quickly dying flames, which he crushed underfoot as he spun in a circle to make sure the coast was clear.

"Honey, the heck landed here?" He questioned, as his daughter scrambled for an answer. She mumbled out the story of what had happened. Begging him to not believe it as one of her wilder hallucinations. He stared from the lines of flame on his property to the large imprint that clearly indicated that something landed. "I...uh definitely believe you."

He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and clutched the flashlight and bat in the same hand. This was one weird night that wouldn't be solved at such an early hour. Her father rubbed the side of her arm and led her back into the house as she peered behind her searching for a sign of what she'd seen.

She wasn't crazy, her father saw the tracks and imprint! Alicia was flooded with fatigue and relief. That relief and her father stayed with her and carried her all the way to bed. Sleep finally overcame her for a few sweet hours. Then her alarm clock kicked in to wake her up for school.

She groaned as the alarm was whacked into silence. Normally she'd be tired but awake. For once she was still exhausted enough to go back to sleep. Still, her dad hadn't given her permission to stay home. He even began to talk her ear off about how their little meteorite must have split into pieces on impact and unfortunately not have stayed together long enough. There was no evidence of a big alien thing as Alicia described and her phone was nowhere to be found.

The high school in Colton was as normal as ever, for once that was a good thing to Alicia. It could help her keep her mind off the constant nagging events of the morning. One of her only friends, Danika, however, alerted her that they'd be greeting a new History teacher. Which was right after her current period of lunch.

"Hello everyhuman. My name is Misteer Duggenheimen. I will be your history teacher for the yearly. I am from the Bamberg, Germany." A lanky, sickly pale man of above-average height towered over the students.

He lopped instead of walked over to Alicia's desk, placing a phone with a cracked screen on her desk. It was her phone, the case was exactly the same, and aside from the lightning-shaped scar on its front, it was the same model.

She gripped the sides of her desk in her stomach eating fear and slowly looked up at the man before her. A third solid yellow eye on his forehead opened up, slowly, unnaturally. It winked at her knowingly, dragging a reflexive scream right from her lips.

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