The day had started off terribly. The power to her house had temporarily gone out, and that by itself caused a slew of problems. Firstly, Ashley’s alarm had been reset, and so she awoke at six in the morning instead of her usual quarter-past-five routine. This offset her entire schedule, forcing her to take a shower that was greatly reduced in time then it should have been, resulting in her sleepiness throughout the rest of the day. Also, being in a rush, the young blonde-haired woman had much less time to arrange her short hair, apply makeup, and go through all of the procedural necessities that any and every female teenager must go through to make themselves feel attractive. Well, that wasn’t the only reason. The other was to attract the attention of nearby teenage males, who, being teenagers as well, had enough testosterone flowing through their bloodstreams to fill a water reservoir with plenty to spare.
Having rushed like a chicken with its head cut off towards school, Ashley had failed to notice her entering of a local speed trap near the school. Running true to her luck that morning, a police officer just happened to be sitting at the corner of a blind intersection with a radar gun and noticed the teenager barreling down the 25 miles-per-hour limit street at somewhere approaching the speed of sound. As soon as the traffic patroller caught up with her, he gave Ashley a rather stern reprimand about attempting to create sonic booms in residential areas. Not only did the officer’s chide of her driving skills had the tone of a disappointed parent with their child, but the excessive fee for speeding only made the blonde more agitated, not to mention even later then she already was.
To add to this mess of tardiness, Ashley had just enough time to get to school, change into her gym clothes, and get yelled at by the gym coach for being late for pre-school weight training. However, this also caused the distraught student to change back into her school clothes and rush off to her first class of the school day. If one has closely followed the current trend, it wouldn’t be difficult to infer that Ashley would be late for first period.
Naturally, she was. As she was dashing through the halls, she bumped into Bill Ellis, the school’s head of security. Well, ‘bumped’ wasn’t exactly a strong enough word, considering that her small body was traveling fast enough to bowl over his tall and lanky figure, knocking him to the ground. This rather unfortunate incident earned her a trip to the Vice-Principal’s office and a half-hour detention to be served later that day. As first period came to an end, she was given a note that would get her excused from the attendance that day. Unfortunately, as she was walking through the student ‘currents’ through the cramped hallways, the note was pilfered from her and she had lost the only ticket that she had to excuse her absence from first period.
Ashley looked at her watch and groaned. She looked terrible, gotten a traffic ticket, a half-hour detention with the Creepy Old Pervert (or COP for short; there were some rumors that he had also tried to ‘cop’ a feel of some female students), as well as having an unexcused absence from first period.
It was only nine o’ clock in the morning.
The majority of her school day was ran along similar lines to her morning. For whatever reason, Ashley could not have been on time for any of her classes, no matter what tricks and low-traffic hallways she used. A she attempted to run to her fifth period class, the teen tripped on her own two feet twelve times as well as bumping into some of her startled classmates. It was as if some hidden force was playing with her, forcing her to be tardy time and time again. As she slipped up for the thirteenth time, she gazed up at the heavens and silently mouthed that she hated whatever deity was playing around with her.
After having been late for her detention due to one of her friends holding her up in a conversation, Ashley finally was able to make it to her gymnastics meet a mere ten minutes late. Whatever sadistic god out there that was slipping Ashley up for her entire day decided to leave, apparently, because the gymnast had little or no trouble at her meet. Now, this brief respite of clumsiness didn’t drive her team to victory, but being able to walk a few steps without stumbling for some unknown reason was certainly something that she was grateful for. One never realized how many people take their own sense of balance for granted until they temporarily lose it for most of a school day.
After the disappointing loss, Ashley began the drive back home. As she was stuck in traffic on the freeway, she frequently had to start and stop as the large conglomeration of cars inched forward at the pace of a stunted sloth. Just as she was stopping once more, the driver behind her decided that it would be the perfect time to scream at his wife on the cell phone. However, in doing so, he failed to notice the halting of Ashley’s car, didn’t apply the brakes, and slammed his car right into the student’s trunk. After a few minutes of back-and-forth screaming at each other, along with the exchange of insurance cars, Ashley drove her car off, tears streaming down her face as she realized that today had quite possibly been the worst day of her life, and that it couldn’t have gotten any worse.
Murphy’s Law firmly in effect that day, something did make the day much, much worse. Namely, being kidnapped by aliens a few minutes away from her house. Now, this doesn’t happen very often. The event is quite rare, in fact. All of those wackos who think aliens have kidnapped them were either just starving for attention, drugged, or have, to put it frankly, lost their marbles. This wasn’t the case today, however. Although Ashley was having a bad day, that wasn’t enough for her to be considered legally insane, although the symptoms were there. To put it simply, this was a Grade A, 100% approved alien abduction case.
It wasn’t exactly your typical abduction, either. On one of the residential streets that led towards her house, Ashley noticed a green dog-like creature jump out in front of the car. The car vibrated slightly as the impact occurred, but not as much as Ashley would have thought. Under the impression that she had hit a canine, the young woman ran out of the car and bent over to examine the object that she had hit. After a few moments of poking and prodding, the green dog jumped upon its hind legs and pulled a small pistol out of somewhere not to be mentioned in a family story. Crying out a loud cry of "Ha ha! I’ve got you!" the canine that most certainly was not a canine shot Ashley with something that also isn’t to be mentioned in a family story. After the shot was fired, the teenager crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Before scampering off with his ‘bounty’, the small little dog cavorted around the prone body a few times. This was much to the utter confusion of the witnesses of the event, many of whom would later need to be forcibly restrained from gouging their eyes out and were committed to a sanitarium by their kin.
But back to the story. After realizing that his spaceship’s transporter had a small technical difficulty, the alien decided to rent a room at a hotel in the most rural, backwater place he could find. Much to his surprise, no one asked him any unusual questions when he took a room in the Pullman Hilton. The small alien thought it most unusual when there was no questioning remarks from anyone about a small green dog escorting an unconscious, blonde, hovering teenager wearing a Washington State University tee shirt.
The hotel manager figured that the two of them must’ve been a couple attending Washington State, and she had probably just blacked out from partying too hard.
After reaching the room he had rented with some spare cash he found in Ashley’s wallet and car, the dog placed Ashley on a bed with a strange little device in one paw that created some kind of telekinetic field around the dormant young woman. Deciding to revert to his normal form instead of the canine-like one that he had used to get ‘run over’ by Ashley, the dog pressed another small button on the device held in his paw. Moments later, there was a somewhat-humanoid figure standing in front of the bed containing the alien’s captive.
Waiting around for the serum to wear off tried the humanoid’s patience. He wanted to assert his ultimate authority over the human subject now, not having to wait until the serum that he had used to wear off. Attempting to find a possible way to pass the time, the green-scaled alien turned on the television and laughed his tail off watching the coyote that walked on two legs get run over by the avian, also walking with a bipedal stance.
Ashley moaned on the bed. The alien took this as a sign that either she was regaining consciousness, having an erotic dream, or a little bit of both. As the teenager sat up and opened her eyes, she was met with a green, scaly, reptile-like creature. Squealing in fright, Ashley backed up as far up the bed as she could, and pressed herself against the bedpost in a vain effort to fall through the wall. As the reptilian advanced on her, there was a loud knock on the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Stopping his advance on the frightened girl, the alien called out, "I put the ‘Do not Disturb’ sign up, lady! Don’t bother me!" However, the voice persisted.
"Housekeeping!"
"Leave me alone, you dumb twit!"
The voice replied more harshly this time. "Hey, I get paid by the room here, buddy! Housekeeping!"
Ashley slightly relaxed as her captor’s attention focused on the annoying Hispanic woman on the other side of the door. As she looked out the window, she noticed that it was sunset. "Just perfect. I’ve had the worst day ever, and on top of that, I’ve been kidnapped by an alien, brought into the Hilton, and my kidnapper can’t even deal with housekeeping! Can this day possibly get any worse?
Famous last words those are.
