A stupid space ship just landed on the lawn, and nobody let her on board! Again!

That's so lame.

Melody Guthrie stomps into her friend Andrea's room and flops down on her bed, belly first. "If the X-Men are back, that means Miss Green Genes is back, too. You heard what she said. You know what we have to do." She holds out her cellphone.

They come mostly by air.

Giant wingspans. Silent approaches. Carrying their compatriots and launching them like bombs toward the roof of the school.

The air outside lights up with the coloroful array of discharged energy.

Sudden, terrifying chaos.

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