My Boyfriend is an Alien

THE NEW COMER

I woke up with a start, as my alarm went off. I sat there looking disoriented and confused. I grabbed my book and flipped to the page I was reading last night, I quickly slammed the book shut when I got to the part where the protagonist died. I always hated such an ending, but still, that doesn’t make me hate the book. I got ready in forty minutes, of which twenty minutes is to complete all my essential works and the rest is spent rummaging around my impossibly chaotic room for the things I needed. I have to clean it, I mentally add this to the list of thousand other things that I wish to do today that ought to have been done a week ago. Procrastination could be my middle name. I headed downstairs, grabbing my novel in the crook of my right arm. “Good morning dad!” I exclaimed at my dad who was in his late forties, he looked just like any other man, who belonged to his age, tired yet responsible. He was rummaging around in the kitchen, cooking for us. And for the record he is an excel...