DM-Bethany+L

Hey everyone, my name is Bethany. I am twelve years old, and I am in grade seven. My hair is dark blonde, and I have bright blue eyes. I have a few freckles on my nose, but I don't have as much as I used to when I was younger. I live with my mother Shelley and father Wilfred, my two younger brothers; Jerome who is 9 and Christopher who is 6, and my dog, Romer. Romer is a two year old black lab. Sometimes, I do say that my brothers get on my last nerve. But, in the end I know that I am extremely lucky to have any siblings at all. There is no way that I could live without all of my friends, family, and a few special people that I have in mind ♥. I have alot of best friends, special people and friends that would take me forever to list. Singing is practically my whole life, and I have won a few competitions and sang in plays and musicals (haha, yes, musicals). My favorite band is Hedley. Some of my favorite singers include: Teddy Geiger, Mookie Morris, Taylor Swift, Rob Pattinson, Rex Goudie and Miley Cyrus. My favorite movie is Twilight, and my favorite actor is Jackson Rathbone, who just so happens to play Jasper on Twilight. My favorite television show is Jon and Kate plus 8, and I love the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer. I am pretty clumsy, and my friends say that I use WAY too many big words. My favorite sports are volleyball and baseball/softball, both of which I play. I played on the school volleyball team in grade six, and I am on the team again this year. Also, I play softball in the summer. This summer, it will be my fifth year. I love hanging out with my friends, and even my brothers. I do have a pretty complex life that takes my friends and family a while to get straight, but I suppose thats just me.

~ bEtHaNy ♥

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 * SURVIVAL ON SECTOR SEVEN.**

It was like any other morning; I wake up and walk down to an old sidewalk cafe for breakfast. "Coffee and a blueberry muffin please," as I always ordered. "But please, hold back on the sugar." "I'll be back in a flash!" sang the unfarmiliar waitress. She flashed a quick smile, but there was something about her teeth that was unusual. They seemed so small, almost like baby teeth. It was impossible for a woman that age to still have all her baby teeth, but I suppose not for this woman, if she was one.

When the waitress returned, she stumbled over the leg of a woman's chair and splashed my new tie with the coffee. "Oh my, I'm so sorry," she cried. "Let me get you a cloth!" She reached into her pocket and handed me blueprints for something that looked like a space shuttle. "Oh, that's not it," she snapped as she snatched it out of my hand. "Here you go." she chimed as she handed me a facecloth. As I wiped the coffee off of me, I could swear that I saw her hand turn green.

"Is there something I should know, because you don't seem like your average woman?" I questioned. Her face went completely blank, and she used her once green hand to pull her curly, flaming red hair back. "I don't know what you're talking about." she stuttered. "But, your hand, and your dainty, small teeth!" I cried. Her face went blank again, and she started to jingle her spare change in her pocket. "Are you sure you're not keeping something important from me? Or the rest of these customers?" I asked again. "End of discussion. Besides, I don't think that it's any of your business. Frankly sir, I don't even know you. " she snapped as she walked away towards the next table of hungry customers. That was the moment my life changed forever.

I raced after the 'woman' like a mad man, dropping my muffin on the ground in the process. I grabbed her arm, watching as her hand now turned blue. "Tell me everything! Tell me everything I would want to know. I want to know everything about you, you interest me!" I cried. "Theres nothing to tell you, I just have freakishly small teeth! It's hereditary!" she jeered. "Not to mention your colour changing hand, and those weird blueprints you handed me." I added. "I don't think that I need to tell you anything. As I said before, I don't think that it's any of your business sir. I may interest you, but I'm only human." she sighed. I didn't answer, and left without even paying for my dropped muffin and spilled beverage. Her words, 'I'm only human', kept running through my mind, because... is she really human?

I couldn't sleep that night; that strange creature kept running through my mind. I needed to go back the next day, I needed to confront her. Everything about her made me curious; her smile, her skin, her voice, her eyes, and her grace. Everything about the waitress was inhumain, almost un-natural. Thoughts about that morning raced and took over my brain. I don't quite know why I was so interested, but it was something about her that seemed fascinating. It was then that I started considering fictional and mythological creatures as the answer. I thought I was going crazy, but I was completely wrong.

The next morning, I arrived at the cafe with butterflies in my stomach. I had no idea why I had them, but there was definatly a valid reason for their presence. I noticed the waitress inside the cafe. Even though I prefer to sit outside, I chose to sit indoors so I could pull her over and discuss my ongoing curiosity. I slipped into a seat at a table close to the window, and waited to be served. Once again, I was served by the strange woman, and like yesterday, her face went blank. "Will it be the same as yesterday?" she sighed with no eye contact at all. "Yes, I suppose." I said. She finally looked up, and her hand did the same strange thing it did yesterday; it changed colour. Her hand turned purple today though, not the strange shades of blue and green it did the day before. So I wasn't hallucinating yesterday, I know what I just saw. As she darted for the kitchen like yesterday, I watched her angelic strides as she gracefully made her way there. In literally two minutes, in counting, she arrived back with my breakfast. She carefully placed it on my table, trying not to have a replay of yesterday, and left without a word. I ate in a rush, wanting to pull her aside and demand to know what was going on. Normally people wouldn't ask questions like that to complete strangers as I did yesterday, but I don't know what came over me; she made me curious. I finally finished what was remaining of my steaming hot coffee. I was in too much of a rush to cool it down with milk. As I jumped out of my seat, the waitress was one step ahead of me. She pulled me aside, and asked me the one question I didn't want to hear.

"Why are you so curious to know my life's story? I don't know you, you are a stranger to me." she asked. "Everything about you; your grace, strides, teeth, hand and voice. It all seems so inhumain, un-natural, un-real. What are you keeping from me? I may not know you, but something about you made me curious. When you said it was none of my buisness, that's what drew me closer" I exclaimed. I just poured my whole heart out, hoping she would understand me. She sighed, she seemed to hear where I was coming from; and before I could ask her again, she asked me what my name was. "My name is Kalan Morris." I said anxiously, waiting for her to continue. "Kalan, my name is Daylee Seven. I am from a very different place then where you are from. I am from Saturn's fifth moon, which is divided into eleven sectors. Your lastname is whatever sector you are from. When you are married, you move to the husband's sector; no questions asked. As you can see, I am from sector seven, which is now suffering from a dramatic water shortage. The citizens of my sector have been on a two year search for a planet with an endless water supply. When we found Earth last week, we scattered ourselves all over your planet to gather water. Water is our only source of nutrition, as we can not swallow solids. That is why we have small teeth, because we do not need large ones to grind food. You must NEVER tell anyone of my kind, as it will put an end to our privacy, and take away our title as a mythological creature. It will also draw the aliens from the other sectors to the thought of betrayel; they will be forced to destroy us. I am an alien Kalan, I'm not like you. I feel like I can trust you though, I just put myself out there for your own sake, please don't take advantage of me. Can I trust you or not?" That was the moment of truth.

Well this was great, what was I supposed to say? Yes? No? MAYBE? Who knows what she could do to me if I said no, or maybe! If I said yes, I would be stuck with a stupid secret that was eating me alive. I couldn't turn my back on Daylee though, even if I barely know her. We may be strangers to eachother, but I feel so connected to her, even as an alien. Without thinking, I blurted out a "Yes, of course you can." GREAT! What have I done? "Thank-you," she whispered, "It feels so nice to be able to tell someone that isn't an alien. Besides, I need at least one friend while I'm gathering water." Staring into her sincere eyes, I knew I made the right choice now. How could I have said no to that anyways? She seems like someone I could easily get used to. My heart and mind work wonders to me.

I slept well that night, unlike the night before. I had finally eased my mind, and was excited to get to the cafe the next morning. I was served by a different waitress altough. Well, waitor to be exact. I read his nametag; Ralph, it said. Wow, that must be an embarrassing name. "What will it be?" he squeaked. He seemed to be pretty young, a new addition probably. He also seemed to be one of the unpopular students at his school, with a bandage stuck to the middle of his glasses. Before I could reply, I saw Daylee serving a woman from the corner of my eye. I waved and flashed a flirty smile, unaware that 'Ralph' was still watching me. He gave me a funny look, and I think he thought I was waving to him. Ebarrassed, I quickly said: "Coffee and a blueberry muffin." Nodding his head, Ralph walked to the kitchen, faster than I would have hoped. I think I seriously scared him.

When Ralph left, Daylee skipped over to my table and sat down beside me. "I'm glad we're friends, Kalan." she chimed. Wow, friends, I didn't see that one coming. "Yes," I said as Ralph returned with my breakfast, "When are you going home to sector seven?" "When I find all the water my family and I need." she sighed. "I wish I didn't have to come here and make your life so difficult. I know how hard it must be to keep a secret like this. But this is survival; I need to keep my family and friends save so we don't die off one by one." she continued. "Why can't you get water from the other sectors?" I asked. "As the law of our world, we are not aloud to exchange materials from sector to sector. Our world was divided because the imbasol who divided us thought we could all survive on our own. When we were separated, it was said that our world would never change. We are aloud to travel to other sectors; but all we are aloud to return with is other aliens. It seems weird, but that is my everyday life." Well that cleared things up for me, but something was still burning a hole through my mind: Daylee leaving, would that be good for me or bad? "Waitress!" someone called, and Daylee jumped out of her seat. "See you later!" she sang, and darted for the table. I watched her move with such grace and balance, and something happened to me. My heart stopped, and I felt this strange feeling running through my veins; something that I never felt before. I think I was falling in LOVE with an alien woman.

I didn't go back to the cafe the next day. I needed time to think, and to dig deep down in my mind. Why do I love her? Why does she have to be so perfect? Does she love me back? It hurt to think about her leaving me forever, and never returning for a simple 'Hello'. I tried to convince myself that I wasnt in love, then it wouldn't hurt to see her for the last time. Maybe, just maybe, if she felt the same way; she wouldn't leave me. My once empty heart now felt full with feelings, feelings that I had to admit to. I had to tell Daylee, and she had to feel the same way about me. She burned a hole right through me, and took the piece from it with her. I can't give anyone who does that, I just can't.

At the break of dawn, I got up early so I could stop at the flower shop on the way to the cafe and pick up a dozen roses. I must admit, they weren't cheap, but I managed to buy them on my small salary as a bag boy at the local grocery store. Then, I stopped at the closest conveniance store and bought a box of chocolates. With my purchases balanced in my left hand, I reached into my pocket to grab my cell phone with my right one. "Daylee? Yes, it's Kalan. Meet me out back, I want to talk to you." I said into the phone. After our breif conversation, I scurried to the back of the cafe to meet my destiny. "Daylee!" I sang, as I ran over to greet her. "Hey, Kalan," she said. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about, is everything alright?" "Yeah, everything's fine; but, it is important what I'm about to say. Please, take me seriously." I sighed. "Okay, I promise." she said. "Daylee," I hesitated, "I'm in love." "Well, that explains the gifts. Who with?" she asked. I don't think she quite understood me. "Daylee," I said again, "I'm in love, with YOU." Then she got it; her eyes got wide, and she walked away. I called her name, but she never turned back.

I called her cell phone every five minutes that night, but she never picked up. Then I went to the cafe the next day, and Daylee wasn't there. What have I done? I had to ruin everything that I had with her, and make everything akward. I didn't bother to stay for my usual breakfast; I meandered home. I took my time and read all the billboards, that somehow reminded me of Daylee. When I ended up at my front porch, there was a note taped to my door. "Kalan," I read, "I'm sorry I had to leave like this. I was afraid something like this was going to happen. Why I had to get involved and ruin your life, I will never know. I'm sorry for all the trouble I have caused you. Please, I still pray that you keep my secret; but I don't blame you if you don't. I will come back, someday, but I don't know when. I'm so sorry, Daylee.xox."

Daylee never came back, and I never forgot her. She promised me though that she would come back though, and I know she will one day. I don't regret that crazy day that my life changed when I met Daylee, and I don't think I ever will. It just goes to show that anything can happen in this life. In my case, I fell in love with an alien.

THE END.

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