From Another Planet

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A girl named Andriella comes from a different planet and she and her parents come to Earth to get away from the bad guys. She has this superpower that makes her the most powerful person of their kind. And the chance for someone to get this power is very slim.The last person who had this power joined forces with the bad guys and then one day that person disappeared. Or so she's been told. Now that she has the power, her dad is training her to use it for good and not evil like the person before. And now she tries to live a normal life by going to school like normal people with training on the side.

Scifi / Action
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Chapter One

I’m not an ordinary teenage girl. Most girls just sit in front of mirrors all day and put makeup on their faces. While I, on the other hand, do not. I don’t like makeup very much because it breaks out my face and I’m not a girly-girl. And besides, I’m already pretty enough without it.

Ok, I’m getting off topic. You see, where I was born is somewhere very far away, like VERY far away. I’m talking far away as in another planet somewhere in the galaxy. And I know what you're thinking, “The only person born on another planet and came to Earth because his world was about to explode was Superman.” Yeah, yeah, I know, but there is something we don’t have in common. He was born on a planet called Krypton. I was born on a planet nobody even discovered yet. It’s a planet ruled by my parents who are the king and queen. It’s called Piquella. It’s a weird name, I know that. But it’s where I’m from, so…

Wait! I just realized. I never introduced myself.

Here on Earth I go by Andi but my real name is Andriella. I go by the name Andi, on Earth, so I can hide a bit better and blend in if the Piquelights came to Earth. I’m also a princess, but I don’t like to flaunt it because I’m better than that. I hate when people just flaunt their popularity just to bring others down. They think they own the world when they don’t. It’s so stupid in my opinion.

Sorry, rambling again. I do that sometimes, I can’t help it. So, me and my parents came to Earth when the Piquelights tried to capture me just because of the power I have. Legends say that the last time someone had this power, they had joined forces with the Piquelights and used this power for evil. They were the most powerful out of everybody. And then one day they disappeared and were never heard from again. And the chance for another person having this power was very slim. But guess who has it now? That’s right.


And apparently, this power only goes to those who are very..."special". I don't really understand what that means, but at some point maybe I will.

Ever since the day my parents found out, my dad began training me at a very young age. I was 6 at the time, training ‘till I was 16, which is the age I am now. He’s still training me but now I feel like I’m ready. I’m ready to save the world when the Piquelights decide to show their faces. I also have to go to school with NORMAL people. I was hesitant at first but after a little while I said what the heck, I might as well try something new. I’ve never been to a school on Earth before. This is my first year. I’ve only gone to hero school back on Piquella. There, we learned about the history of superheroes like the powers they could have.

I am so nervous for school tomorrow. Then a question randomly appears in my head. “What if people find out about my secret of being from another planet and find out I have powers?” I start to hyperventilate.

I feel a force making me walk toward my bedroom door. Once I open the door I step out and then stop in my tracks. I thought I heard something. The voice inside my head says. I then decided it was probably nothing and started walking again, making my way through the kitchen and out the back door.

As I step outside I follow the pathway to the big shed. I don’t know why I decided to come out here but I felt like I needed to for some reason. I walk up to it and stand there. I know they are hiding something in there. The voice tells me. I place my hands on either handle and pull. The doors creak as they slowly open.

It’s very dark in the shed. I fumble around for a light switch, growing more panicked by the second. Eventually I found one and flipped it. A singular light bulb lights up the space. I look around.

I see the familiar spaceship first. It takes up a lot of the space in the back left hand corner of the room. I look to my right and see some stairs, which don’t look very safe, and hesitate for a few seconds then take a deep breath and start to climb them.

Once at the top I see some boxes up against the wall. They called to me. I tried to resist snooping, but my curiosity got the best of me and before I knew it I was in front of the boxes. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, and I slowly lifted the lid off of the one on top.

I’m disappointed to see a bunch of papers. I opened some more of the boxes and those were filled with paper too. The one on the bottom. Open it. The voice commands. There are lots on the bottom, but for some reason I go for a certain one. When I open it, the voice says: Dig to the bottom. Read the last page. I narrow my eyebrows as I pull the papers up and grab the one on the bottom of the stack. I drop the other ones back in the box. I hadn’t realized that a small picture had fallen out of the pile I had just put back into the box. I start to read the page in my hand. It was a letter from someone to my parents.

“I would like to inform you that when your children get old enough, we will take them and force them to join our side. They may not want to but we don’t care. If they try to fight we will be forced to put them into our special machine we use to extract power from the most powerful. We know your two girls are extremely powerful, but no one can stop us. You can either tell them or we’ll just surprise them. We will come for them when we know they are powerful enough. Sincerely, The Piquelights.” I freeze for a moment and drop the page on the floor. I start to hyperventilate again.

“T-The P-Piquelights?” I pick up the page off the floor and hold it in front of my face to look at the name again. “Wait...two girls?” I decided to ask my parents about it.


As I walk back into the house from the back door I notice my mother in the kitchen.

“Hey sweetie.” she says with that smile on her face like she knows something I don’t but won’t tell me anything about it.

“Hey...mother.” I reply with my right hand on my hip. I’m holding the page in my left hand. Her smile slowly disappears when she sees the paper in my hand.

“Whatcha got there?” she asks me, a little on edge. I walk over to her and cross my arms across my chest.

“Is there something you haven’t told me, mom?” I ask as I uncross my arms and hand her the page. As she reads it her eyes slowly start to grow. She starts to panic as she tries to think of what her answer should be.

“N-No honey.” she says as her hands start to shake from fear. I notice and try to calm her down.

“Mom. Hey it’s ok. You can tell me what’s going on. I can handle it.” I placed my right hand on her shoulder. My mom just looked at me like she was too afraid to tell me. I shrug.

“Ok then. I guess I’ll go figure it out myself.” I say, taking the page back from her and start walking toward the back door. I feel a force stop me. It was my mom using her freeze power on me. She pulls me back toward her. I turn around, crossing my arms again. My mom sighs.

“Ok.” she says. “I’ll tell you. But don’t say ANYTHING about what I’m about to tell you to your father.”

She walks over to the dining table. She pulls out a chair and sits down. I sat down across from her.

“So, come on, tell me. I can’t handle the anticipation.” I lean forward and she takes a deep breath before speaking.

“Well...the story of why we came here to Earth is WAY longer and WAY more complex than the story we told you.” she explains. “And your dad and I didn’t think you should EVER know the real story.” she pauses. “Your dad has been wanting to tell you this story but I wouldn’t let him. So...the story is...your something that we were not expecting you to have.”

“So...where is my power?” I ask her. She shifts in her chair.

“Your powers are deactivated right now. Your powers...I don’t know if you can handle them when they come. We have been kind of hoping that it would reactivate on it’s own but it hasn’t yet. I’m sure it will at some point when it’s needed but until that happens you’ll have to wait.” she explains. I wonder how she was gonna finish that sentence. Soon after I just shrug it off.

“But what about this? What about this letter from the Piquelights? Right here it says that when they are old enough they will take them and force them to join their side. And if they try to fight they will put them in some “machine” and drain the power from them. I know they are talking about me, but why does it say them and not her? Who is the other person?” I push the page in front of her. She looks down at it and reads it over. After a few seconds she looks back up at me.

“I don't know if it's a good idea for you to know that.” she says.

She gets up out of the chair and stands up. She walks back over to the sink.

“Also,” She adds. “There were some others that came here to Earth when we did.”

I look at the page across the table. I pull it back toward me and pick it up. I push my chair back, stand up, and run to my room.

Once inside my room I do something I never thought I would do. I bounce up and down in pure excitement. Question after question starts to pour into my brain.

“What if I’m not able to find the other kids from Piquella? What if they don’t recognize me? What if...I don’t see my best friend Mican.” I stop bouncing. I missed her so much. We have been friends since we were both 4 years old. And when we had to leave Piquella about 4 years later, we had to go into our ships, I wanted to take her with me on our ship. I don’t know if she made it here. She hasn’t tried contacting me through our TV’s from Piquella. We could only get calls from people that were from there or on the planet itself. I felt a bit lonely. I wanted to try to contact her but I don’t know if she would respond let alone still be ALIVE. I hope I have the chance to see her again. I go over to my bed and lay down. I fall asleep thinking about my life back on Piquella.


I wake up the next morning and my body doesn’t want to move. Come on. The voice in my head says. GET UP! I force myself up out of bed and stand up. I didn’t want to get up but I didn’t want to miss the “bus” either. Why do mortals call it a bus? I don’t get it. I decide to not question it as I walk over to my closet and open the door. I then step inside and close the door behind me.

“Now. Where is that light switch?” I ask myself, moving my hand along the wall next to me. Once I find it I flick it on and look around me. I decide to wear a flowy orange dress that goes about 3 inches above my knees, a denim jacket with the sleeves folded up to my elbows, a pair of light blue sneakers, a white pearl bracelet on my left wrist and my glasses. After I finish getting ready, I open my closet door, walk out and go over to the mirror on my door to look at myself.

“Dang I look good.” I tell myself. After a few seconds of staring at myself in the mirror, I open my bedroom door and walk out. When I get to the kitchen I notice my dad sitting at the dining table reading and my mom standing at the counter. I walk over to the table and pull out a chair and sit across from my dad. I sat there in silence for a few seconds thinking in my head on how different we looked. While I was thinking I hadn’t realized my dad was trying to get my attention.

“ANDRIELLA!” he says for the 3rd time.

“Yeah?” I replied once I was back in reality.

“Finally,” he says. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for about 5 minutes. Anyway, your mom told me she told you the whole story...the REAL story. Isn’t that right?” I nod. “I mean I’m not mad or anything I was wanting to tell you the story myself.” he looks over at mom then back at me. “So she explained to you about your powers?”

“Yes. I have to wait till they reactivate because our powers shut themselves off when we came to Earth.” I reply. He slowly nods.

“Ok. And did she explain that we are not the only people that came here to Earth from Piquella?”


“What about the letter we got from the Piquelights when you were 2? Did she explain ANYTHING about that?”

“Well…” I then got cut off by my mom who had just sat down next to my dad.

“I told her that she didn’t need to worry about that because they still haven’t found us here.” she explains. She checks her watch. I go to ask my dad about what the letter meant by “them”, but then my mom says: “Oh you gotta go.” she says kissing me on my forehead. I push back my chair and get up. I go into the living room and grab my backpack and swing it around my shoulder.

“Bye. Love you.” I say as I open the front door and walk out. I decided I was gonna ask after school.

Once outside I noticed there were some other people with backpacks, 3 girls and 4 boys. So I’m assuming they’re going to the same school as me. I don’t look at them. I don’t even TALK to them...I mean I would love to talk to the other people but I’m too shy and I’m not a social butterfly like other girls. While I wait for the bus, like the other kids, I overhear the girls talking about something. The boys, however, were all on their phones.

“Have you like heard about that one boy who like hides from other people?” the blonde one asks the other two. The brunette twirls her long curly hair with her finger.

“Yeah he like doesn’t talk to like anybody and he hides under his hood like ALL the time.” Then the red-head chimes in.

“And stole my like line. I was gonna like say he hides under his hood like ALL the like time but you took the like words from my mouth.” the red-head crosses her arms in frustration. Out of all of them I’m guessing the blonde is their “leader” because she’s the one who asks all the questions. While I over-hear what they’re saying, the bus comes up. FINALLY! The bus is here. We don’t have to hear more of what they are saying. When the bus stops in front of us we climb on. As I sit down in an empty seat I hear screaming in the back and people throwing flying paper “things” I don’t know the name of them. I felt like I was on the bus for HOURS.


As the bus pulled into the school parking that was in front of the school I was relieved that we were here. When the bus finally stops and opens the door people start to get off. When I finally get off the bus I make my way to the school doors to go inside. I was so nervous. The questions that went through my head yesterday have somehow made its way back. As I walk in I stop in front of a wall out of everyone's way. Little did I know someone was coming toward me.

“Andriella?” I hear them ask. I look up.

“Mican!” I say in pure happiness. I run over and hug her and she hugs me back. We’re both crying.

“I missed you so much.” she says.

“I missed you too.” I reply. We stop hugging. “You dyed your hair?”

“Yeah,” She says. “I didn’t want people to ask me why I had pink hair, you know? I wouldn’t know how to answer.”

“I understand that.” I pause. “I thought you didn’t make it here.”

“Well, we almost didn’t but lucky for us my dad fixed our ship just in time. And on our way here I was hoping and praying that you made it here safe.”

“That’s good. Oh and by the way here on Earth I go by Andi.”

“I go by Mica.” All of a sudden we hear someone crying. We turn to see a boy, who looks to be about 15 or 16, getting picked on by 2 older boys, who look like they are seniors.

“Leave me alone,” he says. He’s sitting on the floor, shaking.

“Why? We’re having so much fun. Aren’t we?” the blonde boy turns toward the other older boy, who was brunette.

“Yeah, We are.” the brunette says. They continue to push him around. His books fall on the floor. I whisper to Mica.

“Hey, we should go help him.”

“I agree.” she whispers back. I pick up my backpack and we walk toward the boy getting picked on.

“Hey why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” I say to the older boys. They turn toward me.

“And why should we?” the blonde asks me. I cross my arms across my chest trying to look intimidating.

“Because she said so.” Mica tells him. The older blonde boy smirks. The boy around our age sniffs and wipes away his tears.

“Is that so.” says the brunette, mockingly.

“Yeah.” I say, taking a step toward him. “And if you don’t I’ll just have to…” I rack my brain trying to think of something to say that sounds intimidating but also not say anything about our powers.

“Oh look. This “hero” is trying to stand up to us.” the blonde says smirking again. Now I’m mad. I wish I could blast him across this hallway but I can’t.

I don’t have my powers back yet.

“I’ll just have to report you.”

“Who? The principle? They won’t do anything.”

“That’s what YOU think.” says Mica, hands on her hips.

The blonde scoffs.

“Come on, Brayden, let’s go.” says the brunette. “We don’t need to worry about these peasants any longer, they aren’t worth our time.”

“Yeah?” the one called Brayden says.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“This isn’t over, just so you know.” Brayden says. They walk away.

I remember the boy who was being picked on by those older boys.

“Th-Thank you.” he says, smiling.

“You’re welcome.” I reply with a grin.

I offer my hand. He hesitantly takes it and I help him up.

“You can stick with us.” Mica says. “We will protect you.”

He nods and picks up his books off the floor and puts them into his backpack. He then stands up, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

“M-My name is Eg-” He clears his throat. “E-Elijah. M-My name is Elijah.”

“I’m Andi.” I reply.

“And I’m Mica.” says Mica.

“Hey, what’s your schedules?” I swing my backpack off my shoulders and unzip it. I take my schedule out of my backpack. Mica stands next to me on my left. She waves Elijah over, he stands to my right.

“So we have all of the same classes.” Mica says.

“OMG!” I say, smiling. We look over at Elijah. “What about you? How many classes do you have with us?” he shrugs. He takes off his backpack and unzips it, taking out his schedule. He then zips his backpack up again and swings it around his shoulder. He holds his schedule up next to mine and Mica’s.

“He has 5 classes with us,” says Mica. “1st, 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th.” The 5 minute warning bell rings. “Well, let’s get to our first period.”

“Yeah.” I reply.


As we walked into our first hour the teacher wasn’t there.

“Where’s the teacher?” Elijah asks. I shrug.

“I guess they haven’t made it here yet.”

“You know, if they aren’t here after fifteen minutes of class, we can leave and not get in trouble,” Mica says, winking.

“Yeah.” I say. I notice 3 seats, all next to each other, open. “Hey, the three of us could sit together.”

As we take our seats, the teacher walks into the room. She was kinda short with long dark brown hair. She had on a white blouse tucked into her navy blue skirt and black heels.

“Hello students.” she says. “My name is Mrs. Marx.” she walks over to the board, picking up a marker and writes her name on it in cursive. She then looks toward the class. “First things first,” She says. “Attendance.”

She starts to call out names on the class list. Everyone says “Here” when they are called.


I take out my chromebook and go on google docs. We got a free day since it was the first day of school, so we could do whatever. I tap Elijah on the shoulder.

“Go on google docs.” I tell him. “Tell Mica to as well.” Elijah nods. He taps Mica on the shoulder. He tells her to get on and she nods and gets out her chromebook. I share a doc with them and when they get on I type: “Hey.”

“So,” Mica types. “How are you?”

“I’m good.” I type.

“Same here.” Elijah types.

“I kind of want to type something,” Mica says. “But I don’t know what.”

“We could write a story with the three of us?” I suggest.

“What kind of story though?” Mica asks.

I think about it for a moment.

“We could do a story about…” I trail off.

“Superheroes?” Elijah suggests.

Mica and I look up at each other for a moment, wide eyed, then back at our screens.

“We could do that.” Mica types. “Sounds interesting.”

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