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‘An Alien’s Love’ by LB Knowles

November 22, 2009
"Saphi" (c) GaiaGear / Leo Lin

"Saphi" (c) GaiaGear / Leo Lin

The Jacques Richarde Building shook. Students and teachers alike considered their escape route, but before they had the time to follow it, the shaking stopped.

“Was that an earthquake?” Madeline Mullaney asked the attractive blonde next to her.

“I think it was an alien landing on the roof,” Maria replied, to the surprise of everyone in the room.

“Just being a cheerleader and a blonde doesn’t give you the right to be a total ditz,” Professor Kottonen told Maria Mulcahy.

Maria hung her head.

“When I was growing up in Lapland, far in the North of Finland, we didn’t have cheerleaders. We only had reindeer. Oh, what a better world that was.” Professor Kottonen smiled to herself.

“Are you kidding me?” Madeline muttered. “We just had an earthquake, and all you can talk about is reindeer?”

“It wasn’t an earthquake,” Maria protested. “It was an alien landing on the roof.”

The Finnish woman at the front of the class, clad in an austere, academic outfit, sighed and shook her head. All of the students knew what was coming next.

“Miss Mulcahy…” she looked at the ceiling thoughtfully. “You are a senior in an American university. You should be proud of how smart you are, but unfortunately…” — she turned her gaze to the startled cheerleader — “you are a total moron.”

“I know it’s…” Maria stammered.

“And how do you know?”

Maria knew that resisting would only get her into more trouble.

“That’s what I thought. Now let us get back to the lecture. Oh, where is my brain today?”  she commented with a self-appreciating laugh.

“Faaaarrrr in the North of Finland…” Maria snapped, imitating the accent.

“Maria, Maria, Maria…” the professor said with a sigh. “Get out of my classroom if you are going to be a racist.”

Maria wanted to say more, but she thought of how it would affect more than just this class if she were to continue rebelling. Ultimately, she gathered her books and walked out of the room.

She had not gone far when the sound of a howling wind resonated through the hallway, and yet, she felt no wind at all. She had just walked past the stairway to the third floor when she felt, somehow, wanted.