My Crappy Sci-Fi story for English
A New Piece Of Mind
My name is Emmet McDuff and this is my story.
I didn’t remember how it happened or where we came from originally. All I remembered was a massive falling sensation and a big crash and then nothing. We. A man had taken in my brother Charlie and me, Old Man Withers was what the rest of Roswell called him. He was on the further side of 100 and hunched over, never to be seen without his knobby wooden cane. He was also the only one who would take us in. Right before he found us, a huge hole had been blown in the atmosphere of Earth. The polar ice caps melted away leaving about fifty percent of Earth’s land mass devoured by the expanding oceans. In relief of not being swallowed up by the water, Old Man Withers stepped out of his door and hobbled to his neighborhood entrance, which was now the coastal line of the Pacific Ocean. That’s where he found us. My brother, two years older than I, supposedly bargained with withers for boarding and food. I was rendered unconscious from the crash. All I remember is waking up to a warm fire with a plate of chicken on the side table, next to the leather couch I was laying on. People were afraid of us, mysteriously appearing after the biggest natural disaster ever to hit the Earth since the extinction of the dinosaurs. Eventually, as years passed, everything calmed down and we became just another addition to the city population of Roswell, New Mexico.
Twelve years passed by since Old Man Withers took us in. I was fifteen and Charlie was now seventeen years old. He had always been supportive of me, just looking out for his little brother I guess. He was always pushing me, driving me to excel, to be the best because that’s what he thought he was. Apparently, so did everyone else. He was first in his class, hard working, star of the baseball team, as well as Valedictorian. All of this, however, he let go to his head. He was as arrogant and prideful as he was cunning and smart. He ruled the halls of school and looked down on every one as a king looks down to his subjects. He was too good for them, too smart. The funny thing was that nobody resisted. They all amorously followed him and carried out his every wish. Almost like they didn’t have a choice, like something was controlling them. Nevertheless, our fraternal born was strong, he was after all my brother, the only blood related family I had.
I was more or less content with the way things were. I had made friends at my school and kept up my grades, for the most part. I had built a reputation of my own, instead of staying in the shadow of Charlie. Kat was my best friend, one of the first to befriend me. I remember it well, it was kindergarten, and Stephen Hornback had stolen my crayons, thrown them on the ground and stomped on them calling me a doodie-head. Kat came and helped me pick them up and then shared her crayons with me. It was the start of a beautiful friendship. We spent all our time together, doing homework, swimming, taking, everything. I guess as much as I tried to hide it, everyone sort of guessed that I had a crush on Katherine Norris.
It was a sunny day; the sun beat down savagely on us, as Charlie drove me home from school. On one of the streets he took a wrong turn and then smoothly turned down the Lit CD we were blaring in the car.
“Do you remember anything before this dump?” he looked past me longingly as I shook my head no.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, we’re not from here Emmet.”
“Well yeah, we’re from Arizona right? We tried to escape the tsunamis in our FV250 when the polar ice caps melted but crashed. Mom and Dad, they, they couldn’t make it home in time, they didn’t survive.” I said, because that’s what I had half made up, half been told all my life. It made sense so I believed it.
“Don’t give me that bogus story again Emmet! Man! Listen to me! We’re not from here, not from Arizona, on from any place you can find here on Earth.”
I stared at him dumbfounded; debating in one part of my mind whether this was a joke of his or not. We stopped at the beach by a huge limestone overhang. Underneath it was an extremely messed up and broken… UFO?
“What is this!?” I demanded.
Suddenly I was silenced by some kind of force. I glared at Charlie. He nodded and suddenly I was forced to move towards the space ship and then a voice came into my head.
“Remember Emmet? Before Roswell, before New Mexico, before the crash and Old Man Withers.”
My mind raced and I began to vaguely remember the ship. Then more sharply the memories came, I remembered everything going out of control, I remembered watching my parents drown in the ocean, I remembered falling to the ground of a sandy beach from exhaustion and stress; this sandy beach.
“We’re not from here,” My brothers voice chimed in my head again, “ we’re from Terra Fortuna, billions of light-years away from here. Once our kind reaches the age of 15 earth years our superior abilities start to show up. We have the power to control other people’s minds, the power to manipulate, the power to rule. Take advantage of it Emmet, help me take over this place and build a better life for ourselves.”
“ O.K. Charlie, you’ve lost it.” I ran out to the car.
“Think about it Emmet, its who you are, its in your blood, you can’t - “
I was so angry at him, and confused, and scared, I just wanted him to shut up. To my surprise he did, in mid-sentence. I was beginning to be able to control minds to. It was too unreal. I ran to the car and turned on the radio. Eventually Charlie came and we drove home in silence.
As soon as I got home I called Kate and splurted out everything. She didn’t believe me. Then a voice came inside the back of her head. It was my voice.
“I’m so confused Kate. I you don’t believe me who will? Am I going crazy?”
I hear the phone drop, a couple seconds later she picked it back up.
“Emmet, if this really is true, what are you going to do about Charlie?”
I hadn’t really thought about it. I didn’t think Charlie would actually try and take over our town, or the world. It was too fictional, like all the movies I’d seen where the evil villain is obsessed with global domination. My brother wasn’t an evil villain, how could he be?
I stayed awake that night, memories flashing through my head, thoughts about who I was, about my awakening ability to control minds. So much ran through my head that night. When I woke up the next day I sprang up from bed and looked at the clock. It was 2:48. I had completely missed school. Charlie came home in a rage and went straight to bed, storming up the stairs.
He started yelling in his sleep, “ I’m gonna kill him! I’m gonna kill him!”
Talking to him in his sleep I found out that Stephen, the same one that stepped on my crayons in kindergarten, had made a resistance against my brother and his monarchy. That day at lunch Charlie had made Stephen move from his seat and sit on the floor because he wanted the good seat, the one right next to the cheerleaders who, like everyone else, adored Charlie. Stephen didn’t want to take it and tripped Charlie in the cafeteria, in front of the whole school. Food went flying and his face landed right in the middle of his chili fries. Charlie tried to control him but for some reason, he couldn’t. That’s what really ticked him off, no power, and no control; if one person could get away with standing up for him self, who would try it next?
I guess I didn’t do anything about it because I never really liked Stephen anyway. I mean he stole my crayons and was always picking on me. I didn’t think anything would really happen. But the next day when I heard about Stephen’s suicide, I knew things had gone way too far. I knew it was Charlie who had done it, especially since all that day he had a smug, satisfied look on his face. I knew something had to be done. I confronted him and he glared at me.
“ I told you things were going to change.”
“Yea, but Charlie,” I protested, “you killed a boy. “
“It doesn’t matter, he was inferior and in the way”
“But Charlie, this time you’ve gone too far!”
“OH YEAH?” he snapped at me and pushed me against the wall. I tried to get loose of his grasp but he was too strong. He just kept punching me and hitting me, beating me senseless. That’s when Old Man Withers peeked through the door and took action. He warded Charlie off with his cane, knocking him to the ground, tripping him for the second time that day. I just stood back watching in horror and amazement. I had never seen Old Man Withers beat a strong young man down to the ground much less lift a finger. He held Charlie down and yelled for me to call the police. They came immediately and took him away. I felt bad for Charlie, he was my brother.
“You ok kid?” Old Man Withers asked me.
“I’ll be fine.”
That evening I met up with Kate who was extremely concerned.
“Are you ok?” she asked.
I just looked at her, smiled and nodded. It was so good to see a familiar face; one I knew I could trust. Kate suddenly jumped into my arms and hugged me.
“Everything’s going to be alright.” She said.
At that point the world could’ve ended and I would’ve died happy with her there.
“Yes,” I said, “ everything’s going to be just fine.”
My name is Emmet McDuff and this is my story.
I didn’t remember how it happened or where we came from originally. All I remembered was a massive falling sensation and a big crash and then nothing. We. A man had taken in my brother Charlie and me, Old Man Withers was what the rest of Roswell called him. He was on the further side of 100 and hunched over, never to be seen without his knobby wooden cane. He was also the only one who would take us in. Right before he found us, a huge hole had been blown in the atmosphere of Earth. The polar ice caps melted away leaving about fifty percent of Earth’s land mass devoured by the expanding oceans. In relief of not being swallowed up by the water, Old Man Withers stepped out of his door and hobbled to his neighborhood entrance, which was now the coastal line of the Pacific Ocean. That’s where he found us. My brother, two years older than I, supposedly bargained with withers for boarding and food. I was rendered unconscious from the crash. All I remember is waking up to a warm fire with a plate of chicken on the side table, next to the leather couch I was laying on. People were afraid of us, mysteriously appearing after the biggest natural disaster ever to hit the Earth since the extinction of the dinosaurs. Eventually, as years passed, everything calmed down and we became just another addition to the city population of Roswell, New Mexico.
Twelve years passed by since Old Man Withers took us in. I was fifteen and Charlie was now seventeen years old. He had always been supportive of me, just looking out for his little brother I guess. He was always pushing me, driving me to excel, to be the best because that’s what he thought he was. Apparently, so did everyone else. He was first in his class, hard working, star of the baseball team, as well as Valedictorian. All of this, however, he let go to his head. He was as arrogant and prideful as he was cunning and smart. He ruled the halls of school and looked down on every one as a king looks down to his subjects. He was too good for them, too smart. The funny thing was that nobody resisted. They all amorously followed him and carried out his every wish. Almost like they didn’t have a choice, like something was controlling them. Nevertheless, our fraternal born was strong, he was after all my brother, the only blood related family I had.
I was more or less content with the way things were. I had made friends at my school and kept up my grades, for the most part. I had built a reputation of my own, instead of staying in the shadow of Charlie. Kat was my best friend, one of the first to befriend me. I remember it well, it was kindergarten, and Stephen Hornback had stolen my crayons, thrown them on the ground and stomped on them calling me a doodie-head. Kat came and helped me pick them up and then shared her crayons with me. It was the start of a beautiful friendship. We spent all our time together, doing homework, swimming, taking, everything. I guess as much as I tried to hide it, everyone sort of guessed that I had a crush on Katherine Norris.
It was a sunny day; the sun beat down savagely on us, as Charlie drove me home from school. On one of the streets he took a wrong turn and then smoothly turned down the Lit CD we were blaring in the car.
“Do you remember anything before this dump?” he looked past me longingly as I shook my head no.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, we’re not from here Emmet.”
“Well yeah, we’re from Arizona right? We tried to escape the tsunamis in our FV250 when the polar ice caps melted but crashed. Mom and Dad, they, they couldn’t make it home in time, they didn’t survive.” I said, because that’s what I had half made up, half been told all my life. It made sense so I believed it.
“Don’t give me that bogus story again Emmet! Man! Listen to me! We’re not from here, not from Arizona, on from any place you can find here on Earth.”
I stared at him dumbfounded; debating in one part of my mind whether this was a joke of his or not. We stopped at the beach by a huge limestone overhang. Underneath it was an extremely messed up and broken… UFO?
“What is this!?” I demanded.
Suddenly I was silenced by some kind of force. I glared at Charlie. He nodded and suddenly I was forced to move towards the space ship and then a voice came into my head.
“Remember Emmet? Before Roswell, before New Mexico, before the crash and Old Man Withers.”
My mind raced and I began to vaguely remember the ship. Then more sharply the memories came, I remembered everything going out of control, I remembered watching my parents drown in the ocean, I remembered falling to the ground of a sandy beach from exhaustion and stress; this sandy beach.
“We’re not from here,” My brothers voice chimed in my head again, “ we’re from Terra Fortuna, billions of light-years away from here. Once our kind reaches the age of 15 earth years our superior abilities start to show up. We have the power to control other people’s minds, the power to manipulate, the power to rule. Take advantage of it Emmet, help me take over this place and build a better life for ourselves.”
“ O.K. Charlie, you’ve lost it.” I ran out to the car.
“Think about it Emmet, its who you are, its in your blood, you can’t - “
I was so angry at him, and confused, and scared, I just wanted him to shut up. To my surprise he did, in mid-sentence. I was beginning to be able to control minds to. It was too unreal. I ran to the car and turned on the radio. Eventually Charlie came and we drove home in silence.
As soon as I got home I called Kate and splurted out everything. She didn’t believe me. Then a voice came inside the back of her head. It was my voice.
“I’m so confused Kate. I you don’t believe me who will? Am I going crazy?”
I hear the phone drop, a couple seconds later she picked it back up.
“Emmet, if this really is true, what are you going to do about Charlie?”
I hadn’t really thought about it. I didn’t think Charlie would actually try and take over our town, or the world. It was too fictional, like all the movies I’d seen where the evil villain is obsessed with global domination. My brother wasn’t an evil villain, how could he be?
I stayed awake that night, memories flashing through my head, thoughts about who I was, about my awakening ability to control minds. So much ran through my head that night. When I woke up the next day I sprang up from bed and looked at the clock. It was 2:48. I had completely missed school. Charlie came home in a rage and went straight to bed, storming up the stairs.
He started yelling in his sleep, “ I’m gonna kill him! I’m gonna kill him!”
Talking to him in his sleep I found out that Stephen, the same one that stepped on my crayons in kindergarten, had made a resistance against my brother and his monarchy. That day at lunch Charlie had made Stephen move from his seat and sit on the floor because he wanted the good seat, the one right next to the cheerleaders who, like everyone else, adored Charlie. Stephen didn’t want to take it and tripped Charlie in the cafeteria, in front of the whole school. Food went flying and his face landed right in the middle of his chili fries. Charlie tried to control him but for some reason, he couldn’t. That’s what really ticked him off, no power, and no control; if one person could get away with standing up for him self, who would try it next?
I guess I didn’t do anything about it because I never really liked Stephen anyway. I mean he stole my crayons and was always picking on me. I didn’t think anything would really happen. But the next day when I heard about Stephen’s suicide, I knew things had gone way too far. I knew it was Charlie who had done it, especially since all that day he had a smug, satisfied look on his face. I knew something had to be done. I confronted him and he glared at me.
“ I told you things were going to change.”
“Yea, but Charlie,” I protested, “you killed a boy. “
“It doesn’t matter, he was inferior and in the way”
“But Charlie, this time you’ve gone too far!”
“OH YEAH?” he snapped at me and pushed me against the wall. I tried to get loose of his grasp but he was too strong. He just kept punching me and hitting me, beating me senseless. That’s when Old Man Withers peeked through the door and took action. He warded Charlie off with his cane, knocking him to the ground, tripping him for the second time that day. I just stood back watching in horror and amazement. I had never seen Old Man Withers beat a strong young man down to the ground much less lift a finger. He held Charlie down and yelled for me to call the police. They came immediately and took him away. I felt bad for Charlie, he was my brother.
“You ok kid?” Old Man Withers asked me.
“I’ll be fine.”
That evening I met up with Kate who was extremely concerned.
“Are you ok?” she asked.
I just looked at her, smiled and nodded. It was so good to see a familiar face; one I knew I could trust. Kate suddenly jumped into my arms and hugged me.
“Everything’s going to be alright.” She said.
At that point the world could’ve ended and I would’ve died happy with her there.
“Yes,” I said, “ everything’s going to be just fine.”