Alien in My Pocket #5: Ohm vs. Amp Read Online Free Page A

serious? Maybe he really is in cahoots with this Ohm guy. Maybe they’re working together. I don’t know what’s going on. Which way did he go?”
    â€œI don’t know. I forgot my night vision goggles.”
    â€œI didn’t know you had night vision goggles.”
    She was silent and still for a moment. “I was joking,” she said flatly.
    â€œWell, he could be anywhere by now. He could be up on the roof directing the Erdian traffic.”
    Just then, Olivia and I both flinched.
    â€œHELP! THIS! GOT! EYE! GLECH!” Amp shouted inside my head. It was a brain ball tossed directly into my skull from wherever he was. The gasped words seemed to echo in my brain as they slowly faded away.
    â€œWhoa. Did he brain-whisper to you, too?” Olivia asked.
    â€œYes, I hate when he does that! It’s like wearing someone else’s pants.”
    â€œIt sounded like he’s choking on a pretzel.”
    â€œMaybe Mr. Jinxy is chewing on his tiny head right now.”
    The light above the stove snapped off in the kitchen. My mom would be heading up these stairs in seconds. “C’mon,” I whispered, pulling Olivia by the pajama sleeve.
    I could hear the shuffling of my mom’s slippers as we made it to the top of the stairs. We tiptoed down the hall, opened my door as silently as possible, and slipped into my room.
    There we were met with a sight so shocking and odd that neither of us moved a muscle.
    Amp and Ohm were squared off in front of each other on my rumpled bedspread. They appeared to be in the middle of a fight, but they weren’t touching each other—but they were fighting just the same!
    Amp grabbed at his throat. Ohm was body-slammed. Suddenly, Amp’s legs were kicked out from under him and he fell onto his back, wriggling in pain. Ohm then floated five inches into the air and was driven downward onto the top of his head. Amp then clutched his eyes and stumbled around blindly. All these crazy movements were accompanied by a wild assortment of grunts, growls, yelps, howls, and Erdian words, which I can only assume were naughty.
    Olivia and I watched the bizarre match in silence as each Erdian inflicted invisible blows on the other.
    â€œIt’s like shadow boxing, but the shadow actually makes contact,” Olivia said.

    We watched as Amp stuffed a fist in his own mouth and gagged. Ohm yelped loudly and began hopping in circles as his little leg was bent painfully back behind him.
    â€œThey’re fighting with their minds,” I said. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen. Or maybe this is how Erdians say hello. A mental handshake that looks like cage fighting.”
    â€œNo, I’m pretty sure they’re hurting each other,” Olivia said.
    Before I could stop her, she picked up the glass of water I kept next to my bed and splashed the two stumbling and grunting combatants.
    The cold water had the intended effect: the two Erdians were soaked out of their mental battle. They stood there, dripping on the giant wet spot that now stained my bedspread.
    â€œHey, that’s where I sleep!” I protested, but Olivia wasn’t listening.
    â€œYou two are hundreds of years old, but you’re acting like children,” Olivia scolded. “I will put you both in a pickle jar for a month if you don’t shake hands right now.”
    Boy, Olivia seemed ready to get into the scuffle herself if these two didn’t make friends fast.
    â€œWhy on . . . Erde would we . . . shake our hands?” Ohm said, gasping for air.
    â€œYes, that makes no sense,” Amp agreed, not taking his eyes off Ohm.
    â€œJust do it,” I said. “You don’t want to tangle with Olivia when she’s mad, trust me.”
    â€œNow shake hands and make up,” Olivia growled, staring the two down.
    Still not taking their eyes of each other, the two huffing and puffing Erdians both raised their three-fingered hands