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Amanda
*Alarm Sound* Ugh I hate mornings, turn off you stupid alarm! *Turns alarm off* I especially hate first day of school mornings……..shit! It's the first day of school! I need to get ready, hmmmm, what should I wear? Ah! I know - Grabs T-Shirt with a picture of an Xenomorph on it - my favorite! What time is it anyway? Looks at clock. Holy mother of cheese! It's almost 7, I haven't even ate yet! Going down stairs while putting on tight jeans. “Hey mom! Is breakfast ready?” I asked, even though I knew it was since I woke up late. “Morning sweetie, it's been ready. What's the reason you stayed up late this time?” Mom asked. To be honest there were two reasons why, one was I forgot, and secondly a new documentary about Xenomorphs came on. “Hehe about that, there was a new documentary about the Xenomorphs” I replied. “Oh really? Wait... you watched it without me?!” Mom asking in a loud tone. “I thought you hated them” I said back. “Yes, however, it's good to know something about those you hate” Mom said. Taking the toast out of my mouth I say, “Sorry mom, got to go the bus is here!” I close the door on the way out and run for the bus. On the way to school - High School For The Astronomically Gifted or H.S.A.G for short - I wonder to myself, how cool would it be to actually meet a Xenomorph, well one that was friendly…........Pffft like that will ever happen, even if they live on our planet they're extremely guarded and their main instinct is to kill prey. Still it would be nice.
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Finally, I arrive at school and get a feeling something is watching me, so I hurry off to meet up with my best friend Christopher, even if he's a synthetic, me and him have been friends since Kindergarten up till now. I have to admit, sometimes I think he's a spy of some sort, but he's too nice and clumsy to be one. “Hey Chris! How ya been lately?” I ask. “Ah Amanda, hello, I've been good thanks, what about you?” He replied. “I've been busy with at home stuff the usual” I answered. From that we went to class, we didn't have class together but they were in the same direction. We separate ways and head into our classes, as I enter I see so many new faces and to be honest I'm glad, since some people I knew were assholes. I giggle at the thought and look around and see people staring at me, I shuffle to my seat with a bright red face. I sit down and look up and see a vent dead center above my chair. Looks like I’ll need to bring jackets from now on during the summer. Class starts and the teacher starts roll call. Names that I don’t know until I hear mine. “Amanda Ripley” the Teacher says. “Here sir!” I replied. “Amanda Ripley? As in the daughter of Ellen Ripley the soul survivor of The Nostromo?” He asks. "Hehe ya she’s my mom, I’m just glad she made it out alive, I do feel sympathy for those who didn’t, they were good friends of hers.” I replied trying to get him to get on with class.
“Hmmm, I’m big fan of your mother. Anyways I’m Mr. Jonathan, you can call me Mr. John, let's begin shall we?” He says in a bright mood. Class begins off fun, Mr. John seems to have a hobby of making jokes. Half way through I feel something wet fall on my shoulder. I feel it with my hands and look at it. It looks like Saliva mix with some sort of thick, sticky, and cloudy liquid. “Mr. John?” I call. “Hm, Amanda do you need something?” He asked. “Yes could I go to the restroom?” I ask in a hurry. “Sure, go right ahead.” He replies. I hurry off into the halls and look for the girls restroom, it was about couple of steps until I saw the restroom and head into the womens to wash off. As I’m washing off I hear things above me in the vents, then I hear this calm hiss from the vent holes above the mirror. I let out a small eek, finish and hurry back to class. When I get back to class I clean up the rest of the liquid that finished dripping while I was in the restroom with some paper towels that I brought back with me. When finished I throw them away and sit back down for the rest of class. The class is only till lunch and after lunch which is like an hour long, thank the heavens, we go P.E to get physically fit for whenever we go into space. The whole time I got the feeling someone..or..something was watching me, I never could tell from where though. Even though I had the feeling I was still focused to the class, even if some of it was tiring. Good thing they have personal closed off showers for students. Afterwards I meet up with Chris to get caught up with things since we haven’t talked since a week before school started. I decided not to tell him about the liquid from the vents, he can be such a worrywort at times. After a good chat we say our goodbyes and head to our buses to go home. When I get home I rush up to my room and fall on my bed. My mom comes up, “Honey? Are you okay?” She asks trying to comfort me since she could tell something was off. “I don’t know” I reply. “Do you want to talk about it?” She asks. I tell her what happen and just told me to think nothing of it, though it seemed she was hiding something but I wasn't sure and too tired to care. I just headed off to sleep for tomorrow. Amanda falls asleep unaware what followed her home and was hiding away somewhere in her house.
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