Sequel: Earth to Me

Generation Why Bother

Upchucking

Shira paused and looked around like she was some kind of computer and was scanning the area. After a few seconds of silence, she stated, “I know where they live. I memorized their addresses before even coming to Earth. We’re lucky they live in the same neighborhood.”

I wonder if the universe was aiming for one of them and just accidentally wrangled the other into this mess. Probably happened with me and Tegan, too. Lightning just doesn’t want to stay in one place.

“So we’re gonna sneak up on them when they’re just getting up for school?” I asked for clarification. Early morning was good for the purpose of being incognito, but it seemed a little…rude.

She looked at me like I was stupid. “Of course. The early bird gets the worm, as you people say.”

Shira took off running suddenly, and I guessed that if we were going to get out of this in a good light, we had to keep up. With Tegan in her boots next to me and both of us sweating in the humid climate of “autumn” in Florida, I remembered why I loved living in Chicago. Poor dudes, having to live in a place that felt like walking around in a mouth. How were they supposed to train in this heat?

Shira bolted down streets and around corners, checking the street signs every so often to make sure we were headed down the right path. We humans were out of breath, but she looked and sounded fine, not a single pant erupting from her lungs.

Suddenly, we reached a driveway, and Shira took a sharp turn and started walking up it. Trusting her, we followed her lead.

It didn’t really occur to us at first that Shira, an alien girl who really didn’t seem to know how to talk to humans, was going to be the one pounding on the door to ask where one of the other two guardians were. Of course, we didn’t realize that until it was too late – when her fist crashed into the wooden door and thudded throughout their house, Tegan and I shared a gasp and reached out in objection.

We don’t think very clearly when we have to wake up that early.

Regardless of the sudden nature of the knock, Tegan and I ran up behind Shira just as the door opened to reveal an Asian middle-aged woman who looked like the kind of sweet grandma everybody dreams of. She gave us funny looks for a moment, fixating on Shira’s pointed ears and me and Tegan’s matching eyebrow rings, but then the judgment dissolved from her face.

“Oh, hello,” she said softly, still looking confused.

“Where’s Chuck?” Shira demanded, causing me to cringe so hard I felt my intestines churn.

She tilted her head and asked, “May I ask who you are?”

Before Shira could screw it up again, I explained, “We’re, uh – we’re friends of his from school.”

She smiled politely. “Oh, good! He’s just about to go to school right now, anyway.”

Tegan followed the trend I set for coming up with more polite ways to ask to see him. “We’re carpooling with him this morning, actually.”

The lady, who I eventually assumed was Chuck’s mom, turned around and yelled for him to come over because his ride was here. While she did that, Shira shot us the filthiest look I’d seen her hand out up to that point, keeping her mouth shut. I smirked at her. She may have had a Daltian way of doing things, but sometimes it was better to not be demanding and to be polite.

The woman disappeared into the house and a few seconds later, clad in a Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts with a backpack slung over his shoulder, Chuck showed up. When he saw us, he froze. His mouth twitched like he was trying to remember ever seeing us in his entire life, and he stood in the doorway, hesitant as ever.

That awkward silence lasted for about ten seconds, until Shira yanked him out of the house by the collar of his incredibly loud shirt.

Like it would’ve made a difference, I yelled back, “Have a nice day!” to the woman while Shira was busy holding Chuck tightly and yanking him along while we fled the scene.

Around the corner was a fence. Seizing the opportunity, Shira led us straight head to it, and when we were on the grass in front of it, she threw Chuck down, his backpack only slightly cushioning the fall. I have to say, the dude looked like he peed his pants, he was so scared. Did he think we were gonna kill him? He probably thought we were some drug mafia bent on getting revenge on someone close to him. From the look in his gray eyes and the paleness of his freckled cheeks, I didn’t put it past him.

Still, it was painful to watch Shira grill him without batting an eyelash.

“Now tell us why you won’t wise up and join the rest of your guardians in the fight!” she roared, shoving a finger in his face, right up by his glasses.

Chuck’s mouth dropped. He sat up immediately, looking at all of us with his eyebrows pinched together. “Oh my God, that’s what this is about?! I thought I was just dreaming about that!”
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