Hilary

The House On Maple Street
There was a mansion on Maple Street with the pink and white stripes and yellow trim and the rickety stairs that made it look haunted .The beautiful blue shingles were rotting off. Everyone knew that house had a dark secret, something nobody could figure out.  
Everyone knew the Bachman’s, knew they were weird and out of the ordinary and only came out of the house if it was an emergency. Fifteen people lived in that house. Thirteen kids and two parents lived in all one hundred and twenty nine rooms! One day Susie Adams went over to the house, climbed onto the roof, peeked into the skylight and saw that a glowing and very shiny light was included in all fifteen of their heads. “That is not right. People do not have lights built into their face!” She whispered.  She peeked again and there, right smack in the middle of the living room, were fifteen things that were a combo of antelopes and lizards.  They all had five eyes. Susie heard them talking through the open skylight and this is what she heard:
“Those humans won’t know what hit ‘em, we’ll get them so bad.”
“Actually, I have a better plan, Cleopatra. A plan that will get
 Those humans dead faster and so that it goes as planned, I’ve sent
General Plink to keep watch outside the Adams territory. My plan is this:
We send out our finest warriors and they shoot them until we are safe, and then destroy the world!!!”
Susie gasped.  Those aliens were planning to attack her loved ones!
Susie got to work on her plan. She packed a notebook, her wallet and her laser pens. As she was working she thought back to when she and Mary Bachman first met. They had been best friends, until now, when she found Mary was an alien.  She did not know that Mary or Cyborg or whatever she was, was helping the aliens with their plan.
    The moment she finished packing, she got to work on her master plan. She was to meet her brother Joe and her twin sister, Sara, at Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. From there, they would go to the Bachman mansion. At the Bachman’s, they would get Mary’s family to surrender and go back to Mars or Saturn or wherever she came from. They got to the house at midnight. Right then the Bachman’s were attacking a nearby town only fifteen miles away. “We could be next! Joe, get the lasers. Sara, distract the Bachman’s any way you can! I’ll go find Mary.”
    She found Mary alone tied up in the Bachman house. “ I thought you were one of them,” she said. “I’m not. I was taken hostage. Five years ago they forced me to help them destroy you and your mom and dad if you ever stopped them from blowing up Earth,” Mary explained.
“So you’re human? But you…”
    “No, that was my alien doll! I made it to protect you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare ya!”
    “ You have to help! They are trying to get me!”
    The minute Mary heard this, she sprang into action. She got out the automatically transformed bulletproof outfit. “Very stylish, Susie,” laughed Mary.
    They got to downtown in twenty minutes. Those dumb aliens had shot pink and blue madras on each fire hydrant because they did not have ammo. The shirts were radioactive and kept people away. After that, the aliens destroyed the nearest Burger King!
    “This is so messed up,” Susie laughed.  Usually aliens were more creative. Mary was at the nearest hydrant, which she had named Bob and was laughing as she fought a rather fat alien who did not know what to do.  She kept punching the alien like gangbusters, while Susie was explaining.
“That is not going to work. You got to get them confused, make it so he knows who’s boss.” Susie was fighting the leader of the group who did not understand what to do to defeat Susie.
        The minute the alien master was defeated, she heard a lady crying, “HELP! MY STUFF IS ON FIRE! OH, GOSH, HELP!”
Oh, shut up, she thought as she was preparing to fire her laser.  That woman was her old college teacher and she never shut up, unless it was important.
        The aliens went back to Mars after a stink bomb hit one million aliens when it richocheted off Susie when the alien leader shot it.  Susie remembered it. Fortunately, the vest Susie wore was too much metal to hurt Susie.
        “Mary, remember?  It was a perfect lift off.  It was all fiery and the clouds were out of sight.  The stars were shiny.  It was pretty.”
        Mary did not want to remember.  She was really ticked off at those aliens.  Why had they kidnapped her?  What had Mary done to deserve their ill treatment?  She pondered it over a cappuccino.
        “You alright?  Those aliens are rude!” exclaimed Susie.  “They should learn that a fair fight from humans is rough.  It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt by a laser.”
        Susie and Mary were 24 now.   They understood all the stuff on aliens.  The doctors had figured out that they were not real, that the Bachman’s weren’t aliens.  Susie and Mary had been hallucinating.  Today they were living in the nut house for going hyper  in public and tearing down billboards and disturbing the peace.  Nobody could get them out of nuthouse life.  They were a member of the Tiber Street Nutballs Club, a club where they’d be happy to be a nut.  It was a club where no aliens would ever creep out their minds again.