Alien Kid by Kristen Otte

Author:Kristen Otte
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-5464-8226-0
Publisher: Kristen Otte

People of all ages streamed into the football stadium. I recognized a few students from my school, and Katie waved to some of her classmates. The evening air was warm, and the sun was setting on the horizon. We walked up the bleachers until my dad waved to a woman who was probably a little older than my parents. We sat next to her, and my father struck up a conversation.

“Does Dad know her?” I asked my mother.

“Yes, I think they met at yoga class.”

“Yoga class? What is that?”

“Some Earth exercise that involves contorting your body.”

“Why would he do that? Why would anyone do that?” I asked.

My mom shrugged. “You’ll have to ask him.”

A few families filled the rows around us. I was trapped by my parents on one side and some strangers on the other side. I didn’t like being in the center of all these people with all their thoughts and voices. I couldn’t read anyone’s mind, and the amount of people created a buzz in my head.

We watched the players line up on the field.

A loud buzzer sounded and both my parents darted into a standing position. I shook my head.

“It signals the start of the game,” I said to them. Then, a whistle blew, and a swarm of Silver Lake players in white jerseys ran in the direction of the football. They smashed into the other team, but I’m not sure where the ball ended up. Football was another sport that I didn’t understand. I knew it involved guys running into each other and tackling, but I hadn’t figured out the scoring part yet.

The people around us stood and cheered, so my dad did the same. Oh, pug. I hate when he does this. Sometimes he copied the actions of the people around him to fit in. I thought it made him look silly and stand out even more. I needed to get away from him before he made a scene.

“Dad, can I get a snack?” I asked.

“We aren’t leaving.”

“No, you can get a snack from the concession stand.”

“Concession stand? Is that where the team that loses goes?”

“It’s where they sell snacks.”

“Then why is it called a concession stand?”

“I don’t know, Dad. But I’d like some popcorn. Can you give me a few dollars?”

“They have popcorn here?” he asked with wide open eyes. I nodded.

“Get as much popcorn as you can with this,” he said. He opened his wallet and gave me a twenty-dollar bill.

“Peaches and cream!” I said.

I bounded down the bleachers and circled around the stadium to the concession stand. I waved to a few familiar faces from my classes, but they didn’t acknowledge me. I kept walking and got in line.

“I’ll take two pieces of pizza and a soda.” I looked to the front of line to see Caden hand a five-dollar bill to the man working the cash register; Jordan stood next to him. Lickity Split. I ducked out of line and hid on the other side of the concession stand. The

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