My Secret Roommate
W hen a pint-size alien from outer space crash-lands his spaceship on your bed during the middle of the night, your life can get pretty messed up.
You can never go back to the way it was.
My little blue alien and I argued constantly for two straight months as we tried to repair his junky ship. We fought like two crabs in a bucket.
Then we ran out of steam.
And we learned to get along.
I guess you can get used to most things that at first seem to be the absolute ruin of your life, like summer school, tuna fish, and spelling quizzes.
I had grown comfortable with Amp, and he had gotten used to me.
The fact that Amp wasnât much bigger thana stick of butter helped me keep him a secret from my parents and little brother. He also had an invisibility trick that came in handy more than once and the ability to erase peopleâs short-term memory.
The only other person on Earth who knew about Amp was my best friend and next-door neighbor, Olivia. And she had gotten so used to Amp that it was a minor miracle she hadnât blurted out some funny story about him to my parents.
As the ambassador of the human race, I think I had done a pretty spectacular job. My cat hadnât eaten Amp, I hadnât stepped on him, and most important of all, Iâd convinced him that attacking our planet was a bad idea.
See, Amp is the lead scout for the planet Erde. The Erdians are planning on taking over Earth, but because of me, Amp understood that attacking this planet was a major mistake. Compared to the average Erdian, we were simply too big to be defeated.
So, as we made slow progress in repairing his ship, the Dingle , we became friendsâif itâspossible for a human to be friends with a hairless, three-fingered, Smurf-colored alien.
But now the time was fast approaching to get Amp back home to cancel the Erdian invasion. The future of Earth and Erde depended on us. We both knew it, but we didnât talk about it much.
Mostly, we spent our time eating junk food and watching scary movies on my momâs laptop.
Amp was crazy for horror movies, the old black-and-white kind. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Wolf Man. Creature from the Black Lagoon . We were working our way through a deluxe set of twenty-four classic horror movies on DVD that I had borrowed from Oliviaâs grandpa.
One night, Amp and I were up lateâas usualâenjoying SweeTarts and Ritz Crackers while watching The Mummy (starring Boris Karloff), when our cozy little situation got crazy.
As is often the case, it all started with alarm bells.
Sound the Alarm
âH ey, whatâs that noise?â
âEh?â Amp grunted absent-mindedly. He was lying on his side next to the track pad on my momâs laptop, rubbing his stuffed belly, totally absorbed in the movie.
I was sitting cross-legged on my bed with the computer in front of me.
âHey,â I said, gently poking the back of his head with my pinky finger. âCan you hear that?â
âI can hear you interrupting the movie,â he said. âNow shush.â
âSeriously,â I said, poking his shoulder now.
âKnock it off, Zack,â he said, shrugging his poked shoulder.
âCâmon, Amp, listen.â
âQuiet!â he said, waving his hand at me. âThemummy is coming. I love this part!â
I slapped the space bar and paused the movie.
âWhat are youâ?â
âCan you hear it now?â
We both listened in the silence. It was a faraway tinkling, buzzing sound. Or beeping. It wasnât the kind of sound I had ever heard before.
âThat sounds pretty dang alien to me,â I whispered.
He jumped to his feet and held up his hands to silence me as he strained to hear the noise.
âOh, thatâs not good,â he said in his strange, high-pitched voice.
âWhat exactly do you mean by ânot goodâ?â
âDoes it mean more than one thing?â he asked.
âAmp,
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