The aliens were green globs with big black eyes, and antennae
coming out of their heads. They stood about half the size of a man. Anyway,
this really freaked me out, so I ran upstairs where my other brother Paul was,
and told him. "Paul, come quick, Mark is out on the street dancing in his
underwear with aliens! Come quickly, we have to help him!" I yelled at
him.
"Yeah, yeah. Look, Mom and Dad said NO MESSING AROUND
TONIGHT, Neil. They went out and said specifically that you should be good.
So stop making up stories and go do something quiet," he said.
"But, Paul, I am NOT making it up!, I swear, he IS
dancing with aliens, just LOOK!" I was screaming at him, frantically trying
to convince him.
"Neil, shut up," he said.
Then the doorbell rang, and Paul got up. "Well, it's about
time!. Mom and Dad are home," Paul said, as he ran downstairs to open
the door.
"Paul, NO!, its not Mom and Dad, why would THEY
ring the doorbell? It's the ALIENS!!"
"Paul, DON'T ANSWER IT !!" I pleaded and begged,
but Paul would not listen.
"Neil, if you don't be quiet, I'm going to tell Mom and
Dad about this," he said sternly to me.
Then he opened the door.
The larger of the two aliens stepped forward and raised
its arm. "Surrender, or die," it said, in a gurgling voice.
I slammed the door shut and locked it. "NOW do you believe
me?" I asked Paul hysterically.
"I guess, but don't you think that they were polite to
ring the doorbell?" He asked.
"Whaaaat?"
"Have you gone MAD????? There are ALIENS on our doorstep,
and they've got Mark! WE HAVE TO STOP THEM!!!" I
said frantically.
Paul opened the door and laughed. "Hey, let's have some
fun," he said, and as he stepped outside, he began doing the Lambada.
Then I noticed that Paul had the same look in his eyes that
Mark did.
The aliens raised their pistol guns at me. Mark and Paul laughed
and danced on.
I screamed and screamed.
I screamed some more.
My name is Neil. I have a story to tell.
It was Saturday night, and I was reading a book. I got hungry, so I went
to the kitchen to get some chips. I looked out the window and saw one of
my two brothers, Mark, out on the street in his underwear, dancing with
aliens.
There in front of us stood two green globs, and behind
them Mark stood dancing, bug eyed.
"Surrender or die,"
the alien said again.
As the aliens took me into their spaceship,
which had landed in my back yard, I got a look down the road, and there
I saw everyone on my street dancing.
About The Author:
David McComiskey, is a resident of Newfoundland, Canada. He was 13 years old and in the eighth grade when he wrote this story. Here's what he told us about himself;
I would like to be a writer for a living when I grow up, but if that does not work out, either a photographer, or a computer graphics designer. I love Soccer, Swimming, and Badminton. I enjoy reading, My favorite author is Raymond E. Feist, who published many books, mostly in the Midkemian world. I have four older brothers in real life: Niall, who is 17, Graham, who is 19, Paul who is 22 and Mark (who just graduated from Harvard Law School) is 24. As for the story, I put myself in the view of my brother Niall, changed the spelling to Neil, and took off some years. And then I omitted myself, and Graham, so that there would not be too many brothers in the story, made up a plot, and wrote it from there. A dream inspired me to write this story.
Illustration of alien courtesy of the talented Jeff
Meyers
Spaceship animation courtesy of Lynn
Gross
Neon dancers animation created by Patti
Schiappa
The Lambada is a dance that became hugely popular in Latin America and Caribbean
countries in the 1980's. The popular dance then swept into America where before
long, everybody (and I do mean everybody!) seemed to be dancing the Lambada.
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