The alien like creature stepped off the UFO and back on his home land, and by UFO I meant our black SUV and by home land I meant my front lawn, and by alien I meant me, well at least that's what everyone in America calls me, even though I'm not. I was born in America and I have my green card, whatever the hell that means. I'm only 12 and I don't really care what people call me or say about me. Expect when they call me wetback, still don't understand that one. I asked my mom about it and she told me not to worry about it. My mom isn't Mexican, but my dad is. Some people call me alien-ish at school because I'm only have Mexican, which is better, I guess. I don't mine being called an alien sometimes cause I wish I was. No an alien like an illegal immigrant, but an alien like an extra terrestrial from another planet, maybe people from another planet wouldn't even care if I'm Mexican or American, well they probably wouldn't even know what America or Mexico were. Chad (my best friend) is all American, so he doesn't have to worry about being call name's. Anyway like I was saying, I stepped into the front yard and say a piece of paper stuck to my car door, I don't remember seeing it before, I didn't see anyone put it there. My dad saw the paper too. "Whatcha got there son?" He asked staring at the paper. "I don't know?" The paper was blank, completely blank, or so I thought. That night when I cut off the light in my room I say a glowing light coming from my trash can. I walked over and looked down in it. I reached in and grabbed the paper. Written in some sort of glow marker were the words "IT IS TIME"
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