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room with a girl like Riley.
    Ody threw open the door, letting even more
light into the room. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I felt
something at my side.
    Please don’t be another alien trying to
kill me. Please don’t be another alien trying to kill me .
    “Hey." Gavin’s shoulder bumped mine.
    “Oh." I adjusted my glasses, trying my best
to keep a goofy smile off my face. I’d been at the base not even a
day and I already had one guy save my life and another going out of
his way to talk to me. I wasn't used to this much attention from
members of the opposite sex. Okay, except for the first and last
serious boyfriend I had sophomore year. He was one of those
pretentious hipsters that thought he was God's gift to Starbucks
and promptly dumped me when I refused to go to third base in the
backseat of his mom's Honda.
    “Hey,” Gavin said. He nodded his head in
Riley’s direction, who was chatting with Malcolm. “Don’t mind her.
She just has some issues that involve too much ego and not enough
of a filter.”
    I tried to do the cute little flirty giggle
that I'd heard the girls do at school, but I wasn’t the giggling
type and it just came out in a weird snort. I covered my mouth.
“Sorry.”
    He ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair.
“Don’t worry about it.”
    Ody stopped in front of a set of glass doors.
Inside were a few tables cluttered with different tubes and
machines that I had never seen before.
    A stout green man, who looked like a giant
frog in a wetsuit, stepped out. “Ah, Jennifer, good to see you
again, my dear." His English accent threw me off guard ,and the way
that Jen smiled at him made me wonder how I would ever get used to
walking around with a bunch of aliens.
    Before Jen even got inside the door, Ody
started walking and we all had to pick up our pace to keep up with
him. I tried not to stare at all the different creatures that
walked past us as we headed down each long hallway, and I silently
prayed that they all weren't going to leap out and attack me.
    We dropped off Malcolm in the hangar, which
was in an area filled with different planes. Some of them were
military aircraft that I recognized from when I lived with my dad.
There were a few others that looked like nothing I had ever seen
with their circular shapes and colorful domes. A few aliens stopped
to chat with us. Some of them looked like normal humans, but others
were scaly or carried personal electronic devices that had
holograms popping out of them instead of regular computer
screens.
    I looked through the windows of offices
whenever we passed, seeing things that I would have never believed
possible if they weren't there in front of my eyes. There were zero
gravity rooms in which aliens floated in midair. They drank their
coffee or took notes like it was no big deal that they were flying
into the ceiling. Certain things I saw made me gasp, like large
glass chambers with tiny aliens floating inside a green jelly-like
liquid. Their eyes closed like they were sleeping, and their bodies
were completely still, as if they were in a coma. They made me
wonder what that jelly was really doing to them.
    By the time we reached the end of the long
hallway, I realized that I was the last person standing there with
Ody. He stopped in front of two large stainless steel doors that
looked like they opened to a giant freezer.
    “Are you ready, Alex?”
    “Uh, yeah, sure.”
    I had no idea what I was supposed to be ready
for. All I ever wanted was to be a writer. Not like my mom, sitting
at home and writing longhand epic romance novels that were sold
under her pen name of Fiona O’Hera, but a behind-enemy-lines type
of girl. I wanted to get down in the dirt with war refugees and
sling mud alongside fallen soldiers. I told my dad this and he said
that he would let the internship coordinators know, which made me
really wonder what was behind those doors.
    Ody pushed the doors open with a loud boom.
Inside, there was a floor-to-ceiling