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You're a boy who discovers one day that you're an alien being with super powers.
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Chapter #5

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    by: The prophet Author IconMail Icon
I tell my mom everything that has happened to me, during my first day of school. The story sounded strange coming out of my mouth, but what was even more strange was the look my mom was giving me as I told her my ridiculous story. It wasn’t a look of surprise, nor was it a look of disbelief or shock, no it was a look of acceptance, a look of secrets. The point is that my story didn’t shock her, which only meant two thing she knew what was going on in my body, and she was hiding something, and by the looks of things it was something big.

By the time I was done telling my short and brief story, silents fell over the room. I swear it was so quite that I could hear the crickets outside. I looked at my mom who was to busy staring at the floor to look at me. I wanted to give Her time to process this information, but she really didn’t look like she need that much time.

“So mom is there something, you want to tell me?” I said.

I really wanted answers, why was this happening to me, is it going to stop, or get even worse. The only person who could answer any of my questions was my mommy, I needed her more than ever.

“Sammy, I’ve been keeping something from you.” My mom says in a low voice.

Mom looks at me with trembling eyes.

“You are adopted.” She says with tears welling up in her eyes.

The world started to spin, for a second I became dizzy. Did my mom just say that I’m adopted. No that couldn’t be true, it couldn’t. I remain silent looking at my mom like she had committed a series crime.

“W, what are you talking about?” I ask.

I was in what my mom would call denial. What can I say, I wanted to remain her son.

“It happened 6 years ago, me and your sister who was eight at the time was driving on a road in the middle of the night. We were coming home, from the movies, we were living with my mother at the time, and that women lives far from people. Me and your sister were just having a nice drive, then it happened.”

Mom stops talking for a few minutes.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Something bright, something burning fell from the night sky, crash landing right in front of my car.” Mom says with a little smile.

“At first I thought it was a meteor, or maybe a satellite, but when I got out of the car to take a closer look, I knew it wasn’t any of those things. It was some kind of alien spacecraft.” She said looking at me.

“A spacecraft, like aliens?” I said with doubt in my voice.

Granted I’m 7 years old, but that doesn’t mean that I’m a idiot, nor does that mean I’m going to believe everything that I hear. Heck even when I was young, I could never get myself to believe in Santa clause, let alone aliens. I really didn’t believe what my mom was saying, but deep down I couldn’t help but think, could this story really be true. My eyes had never left my moms face, she was not lying. All of a sudden I felt sick.

“I know how it sounds but the technology looked to advanced to be man made. The alien craft glowed with a purplish hue and their were a few symbols on the surface. Symbols that I couldn’t understand.” Mom says putting on her thinking face.

“I was about to call the police or something, but I was stopped, I stoped when the craft began to open, and inside I saw a beautiful little baby boy. Inside the space craft was you.” Mom says putting her hand on my cheek.

This wasn’t true, it couldn’t be. I was a alien, That was what my mom was basically telling me, that I was some kind of alien freak. Tears flowed from my eyes, as I started to realize the truth.

“Why, why didn’t you tell me!” I yell.

I was a Angry, hurt. Was my whole life a lie.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to feel the way you feel now, what was I suppose to say, how was I suppose to tell you that you, you are not human, how was I suppose to tell you that you would have to live your whole life different from everyone else?” My mom asks.

Mom made a good point, but that still didn’t stop the pain, it still didn’t vanquish my anger. Mom reaches for my hand but I pull away. I couldn’t control my strength when I was in the right state of mind, there was no way I could control my strength when my mind was clouded by anger. The last thing I wanted to do was break my moms hand.

“You have a huge burden to carry Sammy.” Mom says

“All I wanted to do was lessen that burden as much as possible.”

“What does this make me?” I ask, not knowing what to call myself, human, alien p, freak.

“You are the answer Sammy, the answer to are we alone in the universe.” Mom says grabbing both of my shoulders.

“I, I don’t want to be, I don’t want this.” I say trying to stop crying.

“I know, I wouldn’t want it either. I know it’s unfair but this is the paint you must walk.” Mom says looking me straight in the eyes.

“C, can I still be your son?” I ask with a little fear in my voice.

I couldn’t help but think, what if she says no.

“You will always be my son, I will always be your mother. I love you.” She says giving me a hug.

While hugging me I saw something moving in the corner of the hallway. My 14 year old sister Bianca was standing by the wall listening in on me and moms conversation. I didn’t mind, after all Bianca knew everything about me being a alien.

Bianca slowly walks over to both me and mom, who still had me in a huge bear hug, and rapes her arms around us. She knew everything, and she still saw me as her little brother.

I truly was blessed.

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