Ok...I attempt to ignore what just happened and continue playing with the dolls, suddenly I hear a huge explosion and I"m lifted off the ground for a second. "AH!" I scream landing on my hands and knees, I try to gather my composer.
I look up from the ground and see a Forest Green colored creature that looks like it came straight out of the movie Alien. "AAHHHH!" It points a strange black gun at me and blasts out some kind of chunky Nickelodeon slime.
I get up and run behind Mr. Anderson"s desk. Sitting in the shallow area under the desk with my knees to my chin, my hands covering my ears and my eyes clamped shut.
WHAT"S GOING ON??!!
Ethan, what"s" wrong?
There"s a voice inside my head that sounds exactly like Mr. Anderson"s, it comforts me but I"m not fully calm.
I hear another gunshot but it doesn"t sound like the one the alien used. It sounds like the kinds of guns that we on earth use.
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We on earth? Seriously Ethan?
About 2 minutes later I feel a hand on my shoulder and I jump, pushing myself further into the corner.
"Ethan. It"s me, you don"t have to be afraid."
I slowly open my eyes to see Mr. Anderson staring back at me with a worried face, I jump into his arms and burst into tears. "What"s going on?!" I ask between sobs. He starts caressing my nappy hair and cooing, trying to calm me down. I feel safe, I don"t understand how I could feel safe when we just met, plus he"s my therapist, but right now I couldn"t care less.
When I"m finally calm I look up and notice I soaked his shirt, blushing in embarra.s.sment I look down to my hands and notice something else.
He"s not wearing the dress pants like he was wearing before, but black pants with white spiky-swirl designs on the ankles. I look up and see his shirt has changed to a white shirt with black fire designs on the short sleeves. Then I see something that frightens me so much that I crawl back under the desk into a ball.
Why do you have that?
Mr.Anderson looks down and his eyes widen. He looks back at me as I stare, horrified, at the pistol in his left hand.
"Wait! When, it"s not what it looks like."
"You"re not a therapist... who are you?" I look at him scared to even move.
"Hold on, let me explain!" Suddenly I feel angry
Who are you?!
Mr.Anderson moves and stands up as I crawl out from under the desk, fists clenched, ready to punch him in the face. He opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn"t as he looks behind me with a horrified face.
I turn around and see 12 people that look like they"re about my age- standing on the rug chatting amongst each other, they look suspiciously like...DISNEY CHARACTERS?????!!!!!