Is Aliens Are Real? Essay
I don 't think so.
I never get confirmation of aliens, however, until I meet Micah Prescott.
We meet about a few weeks before I get proof of aliens. He 's the new kid in school, and as cliché as it is, he doesn 't make a whole lot of friends. Until he meets me, that is.
I walk into the lunchroom, tray of inedible "food" in hand and I look for my best friend Katia Reynolds. She waves to me and I make my way over to her, setting down my tray and taking a seat across from her. "Hey, Kat."
"What 'd you get?" Kat asks, inspecting my tray of indistinguishable sludge.
"I think it 's supposed to be couscous and zucchini?" I guess. "It 's not a successful attempt. How about you?"
"I believe this an attempt at fettuccine alfredo, but it looks more like melted pick-up sticks and snot. I don 't even think they cooked it all the way."
"And thank-you for that image which is now permanently burned into my brain," I retort.
I see Micah walk into the cafeteria, carrying his tray of food and biting his lip. It 's clear he doesn 't know where to sit.
"Hey, who 's that?" I ask, poking at my "couscous" skeptically. "The tallish guy with the blonde hair and blue eyes?"
Kat looks behind her and sees Micah standing awkwardly in the middle of the cafeteria. "Aw, the…