“Alright, the hidden camera man is ready to go,” said Goaty from inside Jeremiah’s closet. Only a portion of his head showed through the door crack.
“Your sister is going to kill you when she finds out you took her iPhone,” said Myra who held her promise to keep the meeting a secret. She sat on Jeremiah's bed.
“No, she won’t. I got plenty of juicy information from her texts with Cal—enough to blackmail her for a whole year,” responded Goaty with glee.
“Myra, you have to find someplace to hide,” interrupted Jeremiah. He paced around his room rubbing the sweat from his fingers.
“I don’t want to hide,” said Myra.
“You have to!” said Jeremiah. “If she sees you here, she’ll get upset.”
“She? Don’t you mean ‘it’?” asked Myra. “Does this alien chick have a name?”
“Jessenia,” said Jeremiah.
“Jessenia?” responded Myra. “That doesn’t sound like an alien name. This might just be some crazy stalker sneaking in through your window.”
“I guess since you snuck in through the window twenty minutes ago, you must be the stalker,” said Goaty who smiled at his own cleverness.
“Look, here—you’ll fit right under the bed,” said Jeremiah ignoring his friends’ bickering. They hadn’t let up on each other since their meeting at Goaty’s house.
“Ugh,” groaned Myra who made sure to express her disapproval as she slid beneath Jeremiah’s bed.
“Okay, shush—it’s almost time,” said Jeremiah turning out the lights.
He jumped into bed.
“Ow! Watch out!” yelled Myra.
“Sorry, I forget I’m a lot bigger than I used to be,” said Jeremiah apologizing.
“If you guys keep making noise Jeremiah’s mom is gong to walk in,” said Goaty. “You have to be more like me—the ninja of cinematography!”
“Shut up, Goaty,” said Jeremiah and Myra together.
The room went quiet. Moonlight crept in through the curtains, casting shadows everywhere. Jeremiah examined the familiar shapes around him: the old dinosaur poster he put up in fourth grade, his school books on the desk beneath the window, the basketball hoop shaped hamper his mom got him the previous year. Everything seemed normal, but he didn’t feel that way. He still hadn’t gotten used to his new body and he couldn’t go anywhere without people whispering and staring. Lots of his old friends stopped talking to him. Even the teachers shot him odd looks when they thought he wasn’t looking. Now he laid in bed waiting for a being from out of space to help him figure out why everything changed. The world just turned upside down.
Jeremiah’s eyes landed on a frame hanging from the wall. A heavy shadow kept him from making out the person in the photo, but he could perfectly recall the image in his mind. He even had a picture of it in his phone so he could look at it anytime. Though Jeremiah had never met his dad, he often wished he’d never left him and his mom alone.
The moonlight seemed to glow brighter, revealing the dark features of the man in the photograph.
“I think something’s happening guys,” said Goaty with a slight quiver in his voice.
“Be quiet,” whispered Jeremiah. “Remember not to make any noise.”
“Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap,” said Goaty. “This is happening!”
“Shh!” hissed Myra from her hiding spot.
The brightness of the room grew so intense Jeremiah checked to see if his mom had flipped on the light switch. A high-pitched whine filled his ears and then died down after a few seconds. The room fell back into near total darkness. A purple glow emanated from the foot of the bed. Standing there was Jessenia.
Her violet skin radiated. Silky straight black hair fell to her shoulders, framing her facial features like pulled-back curtains. Eyes bluer than the sky sat atop her high cheekbones. She wore a tight, dark suit with metal guards on her chest, arms and legs. Every part of her emanated a soft, purple light.
“It’s time to go,” she said in a voice that made Jeremiah want to jump up and join her on an adventure.