On television right now, I'm staring at a ship. Long, cigar shaped, sitting outside of the White House. CNN is flipping between feeds showing the
same types of craft in front of the Kremlin, the Canadian Parliament, Parliaments in Europe... everywhere.
I thought it would be surreal and it is. I've waited for so long just for a confirmation of alien life and instead I get more. I get to see the
damned things drop out of the sky in front of all our world leaders. BAM! Thank you and goodnight.
Oh yes, I was the crazy one. Me, the person who watched every single movie that even talked about alien life. I was crazy for having all those Star
Wars posters in my room? I was crazy for spending sleepless nights looking through my Celestron C10?
I don't think so!
I don't know where they came from, what they look like or what they want and I don't care. I'm just happy they're here. Finally the rest of the
world can stop hating all of us that knew all along. We knew because... It must have been a higher power. We knew because we have extra senses; ones
that communicated somehow with the aliens.
I have no fear of them.
Mom is running around still. Dishes smash the ground and break my focus on the CNN feed. She dials dad's number again and again but he isn't picking
up. My sister slaps me on the back.
"Julian." She says, tearing up.
"Julian oh my god. Julian say something..."
Her eyes are just flooded with liquid now. Pouring out all over her cheeks. I can hear her chest heave up and down below the noise of the TV.
Mom trips over her feet sprinting from the kitchen to the living room. Her head hits our family couch with a thud. A moan echos from her lips. Dogs
bark outside.
"Julian, you need to keep calling your father, I'm going to run over to the neighbors to see what's going on." Mom grabs my wrist and snugs her
phone into my hand. Her face is pink where she hit the couch.
Clara is still crying, beginning to dry heave. The front door slams and mom runs outside.
"What's wrong with you?" I ask.
She doesn't say anything. She drops to the ground in a heap, hands covering her face. A few months ago, she made fun of me for trying to bring a date
to district 9.
What if we have a district 9 outside the city in a few months. Is it funny if I take a date to go see the real aliens?
I used to think my sister was smarter, wiser, stronger than myself. I think everyone has that feeling about their elders, but when you see them like
this, the feeling is lost.
I can't help but smirk. This is my final redemption. Next week at school will be like no other. No longer will the popular crowd be talking about
football, reality shows and places they got drunk on the weekend.
No. They will be talking about all the stuff I've been talking about.
I'm going to be the coolest kid in school.
The TV screen flips between feeds and the new commentator reappears. Somethings happening. A feeling comes over me. Something similar to a movie scene
where something happens and you wish it didn't. Where a main character is dying and you think in your head, 'how the eff can you kill off the main
character?!'
And as quickly as they came the ships leave. CNN flips between each feed, cigar shaped boats thrust out of the sky into the abyss. Vacating this
crappy little rock.
That's it.
I can't believe it.
They're gone.