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  • DEB! Aliens are real! I have proof that President Allan is one of them!
  • Deb, have you seen Trevor?
  • aliens made swoodies
  • Months after swoodies and slimmers put all other food chains and diet programs out of business, my brother loudly woke me up one day, claiming that President Allan was an alien. He showed me a video of the President addressing the disappearances. Trevor claims the president is abducting all those who knew the truth about swoodies. When I said he was just imagination, he told me he would prove that I was wrong.
  • aliens made swoodies
  • Later, my mom asked me if I had seen him. When I told her I hadn't, I noticed her starting to panic. Had he gone missing? I suddenly remembered him saying that he would prove aliens were real. Where would he be trying to prove that?
  • I ran to the window and saw him on the lawn parading around with a sign. There was a man standing down the street staring at him. I blinked and he had moved considerably closer to Trevor, who somehow had not noticed him. I blinked again and the man was even closer. Figuring he moved whenever I blinked, I told Mom to run and get him while I stood with my eyes open and watching. Sadly, I blinked before my mom could get to him and he disappeared along with the Mystery Man.
  • I told my mom I knew how to get him back. She was delighted and told me to do it. I couldn't tell her exactly how I was going to do it, because she wouldn't let me. I stood on the lawn and held the sign up, waiting for the Mystery Man to show up and take me like he did my brother. Sure enough, he did, and when I blinked, he got closer. Eventually, I had closed them long enough for him to put a hand on my shoulder. Everything swirled around until I landed on my feet again and I heard voices.
  • I heard a familiar voice. It was President Allan. He was talking to whoever had brought me here. They were talking about my brother and I. President Allan said Trevor knew too much about the "operation" and that he was useful. I looked up at him, and he smiled cruelly down at me. Just as Trevor said, his eyes were pure white. There were no pupils.
  • Something hit me in the back of the head and I blacked out. Is this how it ends? I promised my mom I would get her son back and I have to leave him to fend for himself at the hands of aliens. I'm sorry Trevor.
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