A Girl and Her Aliens
Emma awoke in the morning, distressed that she hadn’t been abducted by aliens the previous night.
The Fermis had been abducting her at least once a month since she was three-years-old; every fourteenth night of every month for thirteen years. It was one of the things in her life she could count on. She looked forward to it. And now she felt cheated.
Emma sat on the bed, confused and angry. She checked the calendar on her phone, and confirmed that it was indeed the morning of the fifteenth. They should’ve come last night, and they didn’t.
Dejected and not sure what else to do, she decided to go to her friend’s house. She leapt out of bed, got dressed, and ran downstairs.
She reached the living room, and began to turn the knob on the front door.
“Daniel,” Mom said. The sing-song way that Mom used that name always made Emma’s skin crawl. She’d hoped that her Mom would’ve been out of the house by this time, but there she was sitting in the living room. “Where are you going?”
“To Kevin’s house,” Emma said.
“Why?”
“Play video games.”
“You’ve been doing that every day for a week.”
“Right. But I’ve been playing them in my house. Now I wanna play them at his house.”
