《Alien's Journal》


 01. A [Introduction]

    Alein.


    I''ve read a lot of pocketbooks. Some are tragic, while others have happy endings. I don''t know why I read those kinds of stories. Sometimes, I just laugh at what I read.


    I don''t believe in forever. It''s not real. Yes, there''s "forever" but it''s just in the dictionary. Some people say I''m bitter. I just swear. Damn! It''s just not true. We all die.


    Do you think you''ll still love someone after you die? I don''t think so. What if heaven and hell aren''t real? What if reincarnation isn''t true? What if when we die... that''s it. We just become part of the earth? No purgatory... no hell... no heaven... no reincarnation. Just that. That''s all.


    Maybe we should be happy because when we die, we might fertilize the earth, right? At least we''re helping our planet. And I think that will only happen if we don''t use a coffin.


    Once, while eating lunch in a corner of my school, I saw a couple kissing. I was surprised but then I just shook my head and stood up. I left that place. I''ll just find a peaceful place with no disturbance.


    Many questions came to my mind at that time. Why are they kissing? Are they married? What if something happens to them? These are the questions in my mind.


    I researched and researched. And then I came up with this answer. Because we''re human. We need that for us to reproduce. We need to multiply.


    Maybe some people will get angry with me if they find out about this. So what? That''s what I want to believe. There''s nothing they can do.


    One day, I couldn''t help but tell my opinion to one of my relatives...


    They said I use my mind too much. They said next time, I should try using my heart and that''s where I''ll find out.


    Every time I remember what they said, I laugh. Heart? Huh... My heart is busy pumping blood. Sometimes I wonder if they studied the circulatory system.


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    It''s always the heart. That''s why they die quickly. They always use their heart. It''s already been said that the heart''s function is to pump blood. So I''m not surprised why some of the broken-hearted die every Monday. They probably had a heart attack.


    Everything we feel is just in the brain. Our brain is the master of everything. The human brain is the reason why you want this...you want that.


    I want to share another incident in my life with you. One of my cousins came to my house crying. I asked her why, she said her boyfriend left her.


    I just laughed. I gave her a meaningful and direct answer:


    "You''re so dramatic."


    With that, she slapped me and left. I just cried. She''s my relative...a blood relative, but she dared to raise her hand to me. My cheek hurts. She must have slapped me with a force of 120 joules.


    I was crying then because my cheek hurt. That was also the first time someone slapped me right and I also got dirt in my eye.


    I''m mad at her. She was the one who approached me, then she slapped me. But even though that''s how I feel, I just let it go. She''s just too dramatic. That''s normal for somewhat normal people.


    Also, while on my way to school, I fell into the gutter. I want to think it was a wormhole and I ended up in another world. I got out of there and started walking again to go inside the school. My uniform was also dirty.


    I was about to enter the school gate when the guard there stopped me and asked for my ID. I remembered I left it at home. He didn''t let me in. Wow. If he doesn''t want to, then don''t...I''ll just transfer to a school without such a practice if there is one. Why is it based on ID if you''ll be allowed in? If you think about it, I can imitate my ID and change the information there. What if I used that? The guard will only check if I''m wearing it, then I''ll be let in. Tss. Useless people. What if I could be a killer? I could have entered inside? Useless.


    No connection, right?


    I have many questions in my mind and some of them are meaningless. I like meaningless things. It''s nice to recycle.


    My female classmates quarreled. They each have their own groups. The two leaders are doing the verbal fighting, but the members are the one acting on the fight? They only showed me one thing.


    They''re cowards.


    Some join even if they''re not involved. I even heard someone say "Let there be chaos so there won''t be a fight" then the other said "No! Let there be a fight so there won''t be chaos."


    I smiled then. They''re both stupid. What is that? What is the shape of their brains?


    Am I too serious? No. Everything I say has a basis. What I said earlier is based on my experience. They say experience is the best teacher. It''s better if it''s like that, at least I don''t have to do projects.


    My classmates say I''m weird. They say I''m not human... Once my female classmate asked me if I came from another planet.


    I wanted to ask her then. "Sister, are you okay?" But I just ignored her.


    My name suits me. Alein. If you switch the e and i,the result will be Alien.


    I just clap my hands. They''re really good at making people like that. Their uselessness is funny.


    Later I''ll do an experiment or venture. When I finish it and the result is successful, I''ll write here in this notebook what happened.


    * <Alein> </Alein>

 02. B [ Strategic Ingredients ]

    Alein.


    I didn''t do my experiment because I was hit by laziness. This is not the first time I''ve been hit by that illness.


    I thought to myself. How does a normal person live? According to my aunt, I''m no normal and their surname doesn''t suit my name. She said I should be with Osprey, one of my cousins, because we''re both AB.


    The loiterers at the corner also said I''m gullible. Is that true? Because they believe I believe I am.


    I went straight to school because I had class that day. Of course, I was asked for my ID. I showed it to them. The truth is, I only brought the ID case. I just put a slightly thick blank paper in it. Then I put a picture of a dog back to back on it. That''s what some other students here do. I just thought to imitate it.


    I was allowed in. I couldn''t help but laugh. Another gullible person like me. It''s fun, I''m no longer alone.


    I was heading straight to my room when a group of students blocked my way. They looked at me.


    I also looked at them, especially the one in front.


    He said I should get out of his way. I just looked at him then.


    His companions seemed surprised and gasped. Are they running out of oxygen?


    "Hey, did you hear what Kwin said? Get out!"


    One of his companions shouted. Wow.


    I didn''t listen to him and remained standing, just looking at Kwin.


    When Kwin suddenly pushed me, I moved a little.


    "You''re blocking the way," he said and walked. He bumped into my shoulder. His companions followed him, one of them even stuck out their tongue at me.


    That was the first time someone bumped into my shoulder. It''s insulting, like they''re belittling me, even though I''m 5''8", just right for my age.


    I don''t want to make it longer, there''s just one thing I want to do. I want to get back at them. They don''t seem to believe in "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.


    I''ll say, they''ve been like that to me for a long time, always and it''s tiring. I figure it''s bullying but they''re tryna keep it lowkey. Who wants to be bullied? Also, for me, in this world, there are three types of people. First, those who are good and have a beautiful heart. Second, those who are evil. And third, those who don''t care what kind they are because they know they will die in the end.


    Anyway, I''ve tried being a good person. Now I''ll try being on the other paths.


    I''ll think first about who are the people that always bothers me. Anyway, as my aunt said, I''m no normal...so I might as well use my physicality. We only live once, so I''ll make the most of it.


    Who should I get back at first? My aunt. She always insults and belittles me. She needs to be taught a lesson.


    The next morning, I didn''t go to school. Let my teacher worry about her life. I went straight to my aunt''s house. I knocked on the door. She opened it and greeted me with her angry gaze.


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    "What do you need?"


    I stared at her first, before I sighed.


    "Aunt, do you like sweets?"


    She furrowed her brow before answering me.


    "Yes, I like sweets...especially chocolates. Why did you ask? Are you going to give me some? If not then, get out, you idiot."


    Her mouth really needs to be taught a lesson. I left and went straight to the store. I bought ten pieces of choco tops.


    I handed over my payment and went straight home. I got a big lunchbox and put the choco tops in it. So they won''t get moldy because I know it will take a long time for my next thing to do.


    I left the house and went straight to the house of Aunt Carol, my neighbor.


    Their door was open so I entered the house. It said "welcome" on the doormat so I entered.


    I saw Aunt Carol watching TV. I coughed to get her attention and she noticed me. I smiled and tried to asked her where Lisa, her daughter, was.


    She told me she was in her room. I thanked her and asked if I could visit Lisa. She agreed.


    I went straight to Lisa''s room, her door was open but there was no "welcome" mat.


    So I peeked through the door and saw Lisa scratching her head while playing with her doll.


    "Ate Alein!" she shouted when she noticed me. I smiled at her and entered. I approached her and asked her why she was scratching her head even though I already knew the answer.


    "I have lice, ate."


    I asked her if she wanted her lice to go away and she agreed.


    "Okay, if you really want your lice to go away, or have a feeling of ease for a moment, get a jar and a comb," I ordered her. She quickly ran to get what I said.


    When she came back to me, she handed me the jar and comb. Then I sat her down with her back to me. I started combing her hair.


    Maybe if this were someone else, I might already be disgusted. It was the first comb motion and the comb was almost full.


    I took the nearest towel and wiped the comb on it. Even though there were many lice on the towel already, I knew it wasn''t enough.


    While combing Lisa, I thought to ask her


    "Lisa, do you want to see a vampire?" I asked.


    "Yes! I love vampires, but Mama says they''re not real."


    I feel sorry for Lisa. Well, that''s just life, fair.


    "Don''t worry, when you have time, go to Aunt Marianne''s house."


    "Why? What''s there with Aunt Marianne?"


    "Just..."


    I sped up to finish what I was doing to her. I put the lice I collected in the jar.


    Lisa thanked me and continued playing again, I also said goodbye to Aunt Carol and went straight home.


    I went straight to the kitchen and looked for the lunchbox where I put the choco tops. I also looked for a pan and when I found one, I put it on the stove. I poured water into it and place a bowl in.


    I removed the wrappers of the choco tops one by one and put them in the bowl. I took a spoon to stir it until it became liquid.


    Now, for the twist...


    I took the jar of lice and poured it into the melted flat tops. I don''t need to check if they''re healthy or not because I know Lisa''s lice health just from the appearance. I mixed it.


    I think this is enough as revenge for that woman''s sharp tongue.


    I took a molder and molded the choco tops... It''s now heart-shaped. I put it in the freezer to harden.


    I guess the lice won''t die, right? If that happens, this plan will lose its thrill.


    I didn''t take long to freeze the choco tops. I took them out and put them in a box. I cut a small square from the coupon and stuck it on the box.


    I wrote on it:


    Choco Sqr.


    "First Ever popping chocolates"


    Then I went straight to my aunt''s house. I knocked.


    "What now--- oh! It''s you, you girl!"


    She greeted me. I didn''t hesitate to hand her the box.


    "What''s this?"


    "Chocolates."


    "Where did you get this?"


    "At the store. I just melted it and made it sweeter."


    "So you made this---"


    "Don''t you want some?"


    "Did I say anything? Idiot."


    She took the box from me and stared at it.


    "Choco... Square...first ever popping chocolates" she read from the coupon.


    "Square ?...Why Square?"


    "Because it''s shaped like a square" I lied.


    She grimaced and opened the box. She looked at me with furrowed brows.


    "You''re really stupid, kid...it''s heart-shaped! How can this be square. You''re so stupid!"


    Just keep cursing me...


    "Won''t you try it?"


    "Psh. You might have put poison in this."


    "I''m not that kind of person, aunt..." I replied, bowing my head...


    I''m really not that kind of person.


    "Go, get out. Shoo. Your voice is irritating."


    Even though I didn''t want to, I followed her instruction. Too bad I still wanted to see what would happen next, but I had to follow her because she''s still older than me...


    The next morning, Lisa went to my house, giggling. She told me she just saw a vampire.


    I just smiled. This is how it feels to get back at someone you hate. It''s like winning the lottery. Wait why did I mention lottery? Don''t mention the lottery, it''s too exaggerated...


    <Alein> </Alein>

 03. C [ Unintentional Intel ]

    Alein.


    I avoided passing by Anti Marianne''s house earlier while going to school. I don''t want to see her face yet after what I did.


    I also don''t know if she already found out that I mixed lice in that choco sqr. But if she does find out, I hope she misinterprets it and thinks they''re just black ants. Of course, so my enjoyment lasts a bit longer.


    Earlier, while I was riding the jeep, I encountered a school staff member, one of the janitors. Let''s just call him Janitor A. Beside him was another passenger, hugging a rooster with one arm while he placed its coop on the jeep''s floor. I sat next to the school staff member.


    I stared at the rooster the man was hugging. The rooster was also looking at me. We made eye contact.


    "Hi," I whispered. Where could that be from? I suddenly covered my mouth. My seatmate, Janitor A, chuckled a bit, and I slightly caught his breath with my nose. Not good.


    Looking back at the rooster, I felt a bit sorry for it. There must be a cockfight today, and this one will be pitted.


    Why are people so fond of dragging or involving others in their lives? Look, it has even reached the animal kingdom. Instead of this chicken fulfilling its role in the world''s ecosystem, it''s now being used as an instrument for gambling. Different indeed.


    I couldn''t help but to looked at the man.


    ''You know, if you lose, don''t chase your losses. Because that''s the beginning of your life''s ruin. It could even lead to death if you get overwhelmed quickly. It could be a cause of a stroke or because of threats from the crazy people you owe money to, that is if you borrowed money to bet,'' my mind spoke.


    Sigh. I don''t want to speak using my mouth. What if this man doesn''t listen? He might even say I''m nosy? Then my saliva would be wasted. No, I don''t want that.


    I wish I had telepathy so I could tell him. The rooster and I were staring at each other again. Idiot. It looked really mean.


    It was only then that I noticed, the rooster''s positioning was actually a bit strategic, because of it, it really looked like I was staring at the rooster, but in reality, my eyes were unintentionally landing on Janitor A''s chat.


    His chatmate on Messenger was Cherry. I don''t know any Cherry at school.


    Cherry: Be early tomorrow, the mayor''s people are coming, it''s giving season again.


    Y: Of course, when have I ever been late for things like that, babe.


    This is intel. There must be a cash assistance tomorrow for the students. I estimate Janitor A to be in his late thirties or early forties based on the size of the text on his phone.


    Proportional relationship of things. If Aspect A is like this, Aspect B could be larger or the opposite. In the case of the male staff member and my conclusion based on what I''m seeing, the larger the font used, the older the age group they belong to.


    My tomorrow has been given direction. I didn''t really plan on going to school tomorrow. Symptoms of laziness. It''s tiring, but there''s a cash handout, so of course, I won''t miss the opportunity.


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    The rooster still had a mean look until I arrived at school. Kwin was absent, but his friends were here. They must have their own group chat and he''s not included. Maybe they talked about not coming to school today, but these fools got annoyed and didn''t stick to the plan.


    If that''s really what happened, then good job to them. Not easily blind followers, even if their style is weak, not a blunt style, so to speak. In fact, Kwin has no right to be angry... oh wait, he does have basic rights because he''s still a person, but he should actually be proud because these are the kinds of people he attracted to.


    Who knows, maybe these fools are the key for him to unlock level 5 in hierarchy of needs. Self-Actualization.


    I hope I can too. It''s just that I don''t know if what I have right now is enough for level 2, so level 3 seems undoable for me this year. I wish my family had generational wealth, but they don''t. It''s obvious they made a lot of wrong decisions in their lives. And I got caught up in it.


    "Pstt, the hell are you looking at?" said one of them. Janjan. He''s near us and yet a bit far as well in terms of our living area. A neighbor who''s kind of not.


    We''ve been classmates for a long time, but doesn''t he know my name yet? Dumb.


    Honestly, I don''t know and especially don''t understand the concept of these kinds of people. Annoyed or even angry when someone looks at them unintentionally. What can I do if they''re within my eyes'' range? Because if you think about it, if they move from their current spot, I wouldn''t follow them with my gaze. It just so happened that they were positioned within my eyes'' range. Eyes that are intact on my face, so it looks like I''m staring at them, but I''m really not.


    Instead of answering him, I just pointed at my nose, implying to this one that maybe there''s a booger sticking out of his nostril, which is why I was looking.


    It seemed effective because even though Janjan''s brain seemed to be loading, his face then scrunched up.


    That''s what happens to assuming people. The result were alway shame because of wrong assumptions. I hope he internalizes checking the facts first before concluding.


    I took my gaze away from him and looked back out the window. This is what I was really looking at, Ma''am Jennifer talking to a man.


    He''s wearing a cap. Oy, isn''t that prohibited? I want to remind Ma''am Jennifer to remind that man. Didn''t he read the bulletin in the school lobby? One of the school policies is that hats are not allowed. But this guy is wearing a cap while even in his school uniform. And he''s even using a yellow cap, the most expressive of all colors.


    That''s too much. Students should still be treated fairly even if there''s a high chance this guy is a transferee. There''s really something wrong with this school''s system.


    After a while, Ma''am Jennifer came in, followed by the man. I knew it, my guess was right. He''s really a transferee. My credibility in guessing rose a bit.


    "Good morning everyone, I am John Cedric DV. Macaraeg but Cedric for short or even Ced for shorter is okay with me." His smile appeared when he made some of our classmates laugh, while others raised their eyebrows. As usual, for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.


    "I hope we get along really well. I''m an approachable person, so if you need any help, don''t hesitate to approach me, guys," he added. Why does he need to clarify that he''s approachable? Is he a bad person?


    After Cedric introduced himself, Ma''am Jennifer told him to sit in the vacant chair. Kwin''s chair.


    Okay.


    Ma''am Jennifer wasn''t able to teach because she was called to the faculty. What a waste of fare for these guys, I didn''t learn anything, and my money was wasted.


    Since it was free time, the room became noisy. Some were in their own world, while the other half were interviewing the newcomer.


    I, on the other hand, belonged to those in their own world. I was thinking about the cash assistance.


    I need to see how the chairs are arranged in the gym. If they''re close together, the distribution will likely be in columns. If there''s space between columns, then those seated by row will automatically get the money first. The event is first come, first served, so I need to be early tomorrow. Another thing I''m thinking about is why the rooster in the jeep earlier was looking at me so meanly even though I didn''t do anything terrible to it. What was its deal?


    Afternoon classes are cancelled for a reason I can''t remember. My classmates have big mouths and vocal cords, and I didn''t hear the whole announcement earlier. I was already going out of the school gate when I met our transferee classmate from earlier, carrying a plastic bag. It was transparent, so I saw the styrofoam containers inside. Probably snacks for himself and some other acquaintances.


    He smiled at me. He must really be standing by his approachable clarification from his introduction in class earlier because he even approached me.


    "Hi, did you see AJ and Maricel before leaving the room? I have something to ask with them... and what was your name again? I''m Ced, the transferee from earlier," he asked with a smile. He already knows 2/30 of our class. Wow.


    "Hi," I answered. That''s my second ''hi'' today.


    "I didn''t see them."


    "Oh? Hmm alright, I''ll just look for them then, thank you," he said, still smiling.


    I just shook my head before turning back to the gate. What was that all about, and why does his life seem so happy? Is he happy because even transferees are included in the cash assistance tomorrow?


    I really thought I would finally get out of that school gate when Janjan suddenly came in and stopped in front of me. What, is he also planning to make it three ''hi''s'' for me today?


    "Oi Alein," he called, with his hands on his hips. So he does know my name.


    "Aunt Marianne was looking for you. Go home, she said she has something to tell you, tss." he said and just walked past me. No manners and a bad aura is what Janjan right now.


    However, Aunt Marianne was looking for me? And I should go home? Okay. I''ll hang out at the plaza.


    <Alein><\Alein>