"Aliens did it!"
Franc jerked awake. He normally found his history class to be a great place to take a nap. His teacher was so incredibly boring that no one paid attention . . . until he got on a rant about ancient cultures and their "obvious" interactions with aliens. Whenever he managed to get on that subject, he became one of the most entertaining people in Franc's life.
Today's rant revolved around the pyramids and the fact that they were too big, too exactly designed, and too perfectly lined up with the stars for humans at the time to have been entirely responsible for their construction.
Thank goodness. A rerun.
Once he realized that this was a rant Dr. Mace had given them not once, not twice, but three times before, he decided to return to his nap. The good doctor never seemed to care whether or not anyone was paying attention (which Franc strongly suspected was part of the reason no one did), so his nap was left uninterrupted until the bell.
At that point, he got up from his desk rather slowly. It oddly felt like he couldn't move at full speed, almost as though he were moving underwater.
When he finally managed to get to the door, he turned to look in shock upon the beautiful face of his nameless beloved. Her eyes were wide open and staring straight at him, but there was something different in her pale blue eyes. It took him longer than it should have to realize why . . .
There was no life behind them.
Franc stared at her lifeless body for what felt like hours, willing it to move. The way her corpse was propped against the locker she could have almost turned and walked away without acknowledging his existence as she normally did. But today she didn't. Today she couldn't.
Because she was dead. And he had never even learned her name.
A single tear fell from Franc's eye. He managed to pull his gaze away from the lifeless beauty long enough to watch the tear fall to the floor. He watched it as if it were a slow motion instant replay. It fell straight down, managing to avoid hitting anything before it hit the ground. The moment it hit the ground, the world seemed to freeze. No one in the hall moved. The tear was stuck mid-splash. The beautiful corpse's hand didn't move from his arm.
Wait. What?
Franc looked back to his beloved's corpse to find her looking at him, now very much alive and frightened. She opened her mouth wide and screamed at an incredibly high pitch that sounded less like a scream and more like . . .
The bell rang, jerking Franc back to consciousness. He looked around the room, panting. Dr. Mace was erasing the diagrams and drawings of aliens from the board as the class filed hurriedly into the hallway.
A dream. Thank god.
He really needed to start getting more sleep at night.
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