“Would you like a coke?” “Boy would I! After all I’ve been through today.” I drank the coke while digging in the Mars with a red plastic spoon that I found along with a chip bag and a burger bun. “What on Mars are you doing?” Dude asked. “Why does Mars have trash?” I ignored his question with a passion. “We have a lot of parties here,” Dude replied. I didn’t bother asking whom Dude parties with. The black figure stood up and smiled. I took the moment to examine him. He was pitch black like the room I was in. He had skinny legs and a plump midsection that tapered into his neck. His head was very large and can-like. “Well Daniel, this is it. You best be going home now. I want you to close your eyes and put your hand on your head and say your address, zip code, state, and country.” “It was very nice meeting you Dude, and I am still a bit shell shocked about what happened today, but I thank you very much. I had a very…” I paused for a moment. “Weird time.” That was the only word I could come up with to describe the events that had taken place. I closed my eyes and put my hand on my head. “Censored address written here. Unheard over the sound of a very loud sonic boom.” I said. And just like the snap of a finger, I was home. And my glasses were next to my bed.
Story and Artwork by Violet Hetson, Grade 8