"Come on. It's time."
"I'm not ready," she said.
Wesper Allern had her hand in a firm grip, tugging at it to urge her forward. She refused to move. "We're going," he said.
"I can't do it. I'm not like you. I don't know how to act around people I don't know."
"Then isn't it time you learned?"
"Look," she said, pulling her hand free. "I'm socially awkward. You know it, I know it, everyone who's ever met me knows it. I can't help it. I'm literally from outer space. There's no other option than to be awkward."
"You've been using that excuse for years."
"It's a good excuse."
"You don't see me using it."
"You're likable." She rolled her eyes. "I'm just… not."
"I like you," Wesper said. He studied her for a moment, and then smiled. "You don't think that counts, do you?" She didn't answer him, and he took that to mean 'no'. She threw a hesitant glance towards the mass of beautiful teenagers ahead, already huddled together in groups that could certainly do without her.
Well, don't worry about it," Wesper continued. "You're new. Once they get used to you, they'll like you as much as I do."
Space girl still didn't reply. She had her eye on a particularly attractive cheerleader. Before Wesper could stop her, her forked tongue shot out of her mouth, wrapped itself around the cheerleader's neck and hauled her in. A couple of hard crunches and a swallow later, all that was left was a team letter and a pom pom.
Opening: Malin.....Continuation: Anon.