Sorry!

Even though I think I've been reported as inactive on the A to Z challenge list, I'm still going to complete it, because giving up is the worst thing I could do.

I just haven't had time! AP tests are coming up and its either study or update my blog. Guess which I picked?

But as soon as AP exams are over and at any other moment I get, I will be writing.

P is for Pressure/Proposition

With Cyrano gone, I crawl into my bed. As upset as I feel about him lying to me, I feel just as upset with myself, because I let a wonderful opportunity to see the world and other worlds. I've wanted this since I was little. And now, just because I was upset about one tiny little lie that was in actuality a wonderful honour, I miss my chance to perdue my dreams.

I roll over in bed and sigh. I needed sleep. As I was getting into a deep sleep, I began dreaming of Cyrano with his long dark hair, and the red martians. Just then, something tapped me on the nose. I open my eyes to see the 3 slender white fingers of Cyrano. I jump up. Before I can scream Cyrano begins shushing me.

"You really make quite a bit of noise. Could you be a bit quieter? I have a proposition."

I roll my eyes. I should have told him to get out because i was still upset, but I wanted to hear what he had to say.

He clears his throat. "I'm sorry for lying, I'm aware that this isn't the way you make friends, but I could use someone to travel along with me and make the world a better place. I get why it cant be you, but could I at least show you a planet youve always wanted to see to make up for it? No pressure."

As fast as I can, I say yes.

O is for Over

"Okay then, I guess its over. I'll get you home in time for your test."

I mumble a thank you.

Within a minute we leave mars and head to earth. This time, we are able to make it to my house, my room specifically. Everything is exactly as I had left it, and the clock was the exact time I had gone to bed the night I left.

"How long have we been gone?" I ask Cyrano. "And how does this ship fit in my room?"

Cyrano has a sad look on his face. "Its 30 minutes before you came to mars, and you've only been gone a day. And this," he touches the wall of the ship "is only the door. I guess this is goodbye? I hate wasting energy."

"Yeah."

Cyrano gets into his ship, and vanishes

N is for Never

We board what is now our ship and prepare to go to our homes. Before we actually take off, Cyrano looks at me and says "Y'know I really could use you as my partner in crime. Why don't we just keep doing this?"

I look him and smirk. "I won't always get Lucy enough to find a reset button."

"Yes, but I need someone here to be with me. To keep me from getting lost in my head." Cyrano shuffles around with the controls. "That's why I picked you. I had the martians lie. They didn't scan the earth, I did."

I stood there dumbfounded. How could the martians have scanned the earth, when they didn't even know that the rover came with a reset button. I shook my head.

"I can never travel with a liar. Take me home, please."

M is for Maybe

Cyrano stands up. "Well, this changes things." He walks over to the Rover and presses the reset button. It beeps.

He walks over to me, picks me up and spins around laughing. "Maybe I should listen to you from now on!" I squirm out of his arms and frown.

"Well come on, we've got to go tell the Martians what we've discovered". I sigh and follow after him.

Cyrano marches up to the space where the door to the Martians homes were, and knocks at the open air. The door appears and he steps back.

When the Martians appear Cyrano explains our findings and the Martian that has been doing all of the talking says " Thank you the shield are down now. You can go home."

Cyrano replies " no problem.  if you ever need us again, you know where to find us. Who knows, maybe we'll keep doing this. We make quite a team."

I nod my head in  agreement.

L is for Listen

The Martian replies "It will get better. There is a lot in store for you two. Should we leave you to work? We need to have a meeting to make sure that this never happens again." He narrows his eyes at the Martian behind him.

"Okay, sounds good."

A door appears out of the sand and the martians walk through it. The door disappears, leaving me and Cyrano.

"Honestly Cyrano listen to me. The Rover has-"

He interrupts me with "there is no way that Google has the answer to this problem."

I sit down my laptop and walk over to where Cyrano is crouched over the rover. I grab his shoulder. "Listen to me! I know to you I am just a stupid human. But maybe this stupid human has an idea that works!"

Cyrano rises to his full height and snarls "Fine."

He walks over to my laptop and looks at the plan laid out on the screen. "Oh."

"Yeah. I thought so." I think.

K is for Kick

"Well of course they've got WiFi, everyone does! Who do you think gave it to them? You're a bit slow aren't you?" Cyrano stands up and taps on my head. I was growing tired of being insulted for not knowing things, so I kicked him. Cyrano jumps back in pain and one of the Martians begins to snicker.

"Oi! What was that for?"

"You keep insulting me as if I'm supposed to know this stuff! Well, I don't. And I want to help out and I want to get home just as bad as you! So instead of mocking me, why don't you connect me to the internet?"

Cyrano is dumbfounded. He goes into the ship, brings out my laptop and connects me. I say thank you and he nods.

I Google the plans for the Mars Rover. On the plans, they have included a reset footage button. Go figure.

"Hey Cyrano, come look at this."

"Not now, rather busy."

I look up at the Martian and he shrugs.

"Not a very good listener is he, that one?"

"Not at all," I say.

J is for Jump

I shake my head at this Martian. This was a lot of weight on my shoulders. Cyrano probably could do it all by himself, but for some reason it required both of us. The closest thing to an engineering degree I had was  building one of my older laptops with my mom, and changing the oil in my car. I didn't think that this was enough to fix the Mars Rover.

"I don't think you really need my help. But Cyrano and I will do the best we can."

The Martian bows, and the other nine follow his lead. Cyrano jumps back from the Rover to look at me and the Martians. He frowns and scratches his head. With nothing witty to say, he resumes his inspection.

"Um. Are there only ten of you guys?" The Martians stand up and nod.

"So you don't repopulate? Or?" 

The Martian who has been speaking for the group answers. "We're not immortal  but we can be as long as no one attempts to harm us. And yes, there are only 10 of us. Which is why the humans can't see us. If they saw life on our planet, or that it was even remotely possible, they would come here. That could be the death of us."

 I couldn't disagree. 

The martian continues,"But one doofus accidentally moved when the Rover came by. And the Rover captured everything, including how to get into our homes. We need your help to delete the footage and discourage the humans."

I nodded.  "Who has WiFi?"

I is for Insanity

When the Martian extends the Rover to us, Cyrano instantly picks it up and inspects it. "Well now! It seems to have caught images of you moving around. I take it you want this footage deleted?'

The Martian that asked for help nodded. "The humans can't know about us."

I looked at the Martian. "Then why am I here? Send me back to Earth!"

"I can't. You have to fix the problem. And make sure that the humans never see us."

"Shouldn't you be talking to someone at NASA?"

The Martian shakes his head. "No. We scanned the entire Earth for someone trustworthy and smart. You were the only one who passed the test."

"This is insanity!" I shout. "I'm in high school. I don't posses a degree! And I surely can't fix the Mars Rover!"

The Martian smiles. "You'd be surprised of what you're capable of."

H is for Help

"Wait! We need air how are we going to breathe?"

Cyrano looks at me. "Shouldn't that have been the first thing on your mind when you woke up? Shut up, you'll be fine, obviously the Martians want to spare you."

I opened my mouth to reply, but I realized my stupidity. The door of the ship opened and we stepped back out onto the soil of Mars.

A martian appears on the ground right in front of me. "Help us!"

Cyrano steps in front of me and extends a hand to the martian, "Hello! Cyrano Turing and Allie Human at your service! What is it that you require?

I tap him on the shoulder. "You do know that that isn't how surnames work on Earth, right?"

Cyrano doesn't turn around, instead he makes a talk to the hand motion while still looking at this Martian before us.

The Martians get closer and one brings forth a little robot.

"That's the Mars Rover!" I exclaim.

Cyrano turns around. "You're right. Surnames don't work the same way on Earth. Yours is Allie Obvious, apparently."

I have no reply, so I childishly stick out my tongue. Cyrano imitates me.

He faces the Martians again and claps his hands together. "So! What seems to be the problem?"

G is for Gallant

He jumps out of his chair. "I guess we should just go for it. Being gallant is always the way to go." He runs over to the control panel and begins pressing buttons.
"What are you doing?" I shout over the rumble of his ship.

"Removing the invisibility shield from the ship! Can't help the martians if they can't see us! Oh, put your bag down by the way, make yourself at home. It's yours now too."

I sit my bag down in the chair and walk over to the control panel  On one of the brightly lit screens I see martians coming into view. Instead of being the little green men I had always imagined, they were red. The formed themselves out of the sand and stood in front of the ship cheering.

"I've never seen a martian."

Cyrano looks at me. "Me either, just in books."

"How is that possible when you have been here for years?"

"According to my books they only come up when you're visible and not hiding yourself. And when they need help."

Quietly I reflect on this. What if this is the reason that on Earth is never able to see people from other worlds.

Cyrano taps me on my head and brings me back to the current situation.

"Come on then, it's time meet the Martians."

F is for Fear

I could tell that we were both in fear of the idea of never returning to our homes. "Where are you from?"
I wanted to calm the both of us down and plan out a way to help us get home.

"It's a planet called Turing. We're scientists, and we simply make things to help other planets, because we believe in the betterment of all."

He sits in the chair in front of me. "The last famous Turing to visit Earth was Alan Turing." He smirks at me, as if he is waiting for disbelief. I give it to him, because I can't believe what I'm hearing. "You're pulling my leg! You're the color of paper. And you have four arms!"

He laughs at me. "Do you really believe that we would send a Turing to Earth looking like me? For heaven's sake! We're able to shift shape and blend in! That's the first thing my planet figured out!" I shake my head in awe. "So your name is Cyrano Turing, correct? Everyone has the last name of Turing on your planet?" He nods.

"Okay."

I can't continue asking questions, my head hurts. "We need to make a plan to get us both back to our homes. So let's start from the beginning  When you first disappeared from...Turing, you wound up in a ship that brought you to Mars, and you haven't been able to escape. I woke up on Mars, right beside your ship."

He nods again. "You're funny, trying to make a plan."

"Well I don't see you trying anything!" I snap.

He is shocked for a split second, but he covers it up with another one of his smirks. "Well. By now I would think that the answer is obvious. Mars needs help. And for some reason, you and I are the only ones who can fix the problem."

It's my turn to laugh.

E is for Eager

I was eager to return to Earth for my test. Which I think is the opposite of any teenager. But it was senior year. It was almost over. Right after midterms college acceptance letters go out, and I was looking forward to it.

Earth came into distance and I sighed in relief. But as soon as we entered the atmosphere, everything went white and we were zapped back to Mars. I screamed which caused Cyrano to jump. "Oi! Keep your feelings to yourself, will you?"

"Sorry," I mumbled.

Cyrano slams one of his hands down on the console, and claps his other set of hands together. He turns to me, and smiles. "Well. It seems we're stuck." I can't hold back at this point. "What do you mean, stuck?! You find this funny, don't you four arms? Well I don't! I'm so close to finishing high school, and achieving my dreams. Instead I'm stuck with you. And I can't even leave!"

His face turns dark, and he walks up to me slowly. "I was in the middle of making history, when all of a sudden I am pulled away from my research. I find myself in a ship, in the middle of space, two hundred million miles away from my home planet. I tried to go home, but each time I got closer and closer to Mars. I can't get away no matter how hard I try. I was dragged away two years ago. And you, you complain about not getting back in time for school." He practically growls the last word and turns his back to me.

I'm in shock. "What have you been doing for two years?"

He looks at me over his shoulder. "Same thing you've been doing. Trying to get home."

D is for Decision

I had made the decision that if I wanted to get home, the best way to do so was to put in effort. I thought with Cyrano's help somehow we could figure it out. Cyrano steps out of the boundary that is my room, and a portal opens. I hesitate.

"Oh come on, now! No worries, I just hid my ship. Martians, crazy little critters."
I step into the opening and he closes the portal. I become completely engulfed in the ship. It isn't normal. Rather, it is not normal in terms of Star Trek. It is a blue circular room with 14 doors. It reminded me of a hospital waiting room. Before I can ask for an explanation, Cyrano begins.

"Well now! This-" He motions to the room,"Is my ship. The fourteen doors all have several different things in them, but that's not important. This is the control room however." He walks to the center of the room, and out of nowhere a wheel and control center appears. Above each door is a window and out of them you see the red sand of Mars. I back up into a chair, and sit to steady myself. Cyrano stares at me with a worrying look. I take a deep breath.

"Alright. I need to get back to Earth. How do I even do it? Your ship can take me back, right?"

Cyrano looks down. "I don't know, actually. But its worth a shot." He begins twisting nobs, and turning the wheel. I run to one of the windows and see the surface of Mars disappear slowly, and then its gone completely.

C is for Curious

Cyrano began asking me all sorts of questions, but left no room for me to talk. This mad, strange alien seeked answers like a curious scientist.

"Well, if you don't know how you got here, maybe I could figure it out. Yes, lets see here now, you're from earth obviously senior in what you Americans call high school? Your favorite color is yellow, correct? Higher level physics student? Brilliant! Yes, yes. You were sleeping.." He pauses and looks me up and down, "Yes obviously." Walking around me in a circle he lifts my red hair and says "Ah, a ginger."

He walks away and returns to snooping around the remainder of my room. His rant has given me time to form something to say no matter how weak it is.

"I'm on mars."

Cyrano turns around to look at me sitting on my bed staring into space. He lowers himself to my eye level and whispers "Yes. Space."

I look him in the eyes. "Why me? Why am I on Mars?"

Cyrano laughs quietly. "You're just special. I can't figure it out but something has brought me to this exact point for a reason. A human on mars..." At this point I can tell he has gotten lost in his own mind. I walk to my closet suspended in space. I pull out two changes of clothes, my rain coat, my favorite pair of boots and a satchel. Even though I had no signal or WiFi I packed my laptop, my phone and my iPod. I looked at Cyrano, still mumbling to himself.

I sigh and walk up to him. "Okay, how did you get here?" He sees my bag and laughs.

"This way."

B is for Bold

I had never been a bold person. But I was confused and I wanted nothing more than an answer. So, I replied to his cheeky riddle with an answer that was just as snarky. Well, it was as best as I could do while in shock.

"How am I to answer that if I obviously am freaked out, eh?"

The figure turned his back to me and began to observe the sky.This gave me the chance to get a good look at him. He was at least 6 feet tall, and was wearing a very nice black suit. He had his two sets of arms were folded behind him as if he was deep in an intriguing conversation with the sky. He was as white as a sheet of paper, and had long black hair. I began to feel a bit under dressed standing there in only an over-sized Harvard sweatshirt and leggings, when he turned around.

He came within an inch of my face and smiled. His eyes and his bow tie were the same deep emerald green color. They seemed curious and all knowing. He untangled his long arms and extended one of them to me.

Talking fast, he says, "Well, one of us has got to start an introduction, and it obviously isn't going to be you. Hello! I'm Cyrano and as you can see I'm not made of you, you're human, you see? And me? Well I'm obviously not made of you." He releases my hand and hops around and inspecting the contents that were originally in my room.

I started to shake, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever be home in time enough for my test.

A is for Alarm

Every day my alarm clock goes off without fail, and every day I wake and enter my zombie-like state until my routine cup of coffee. But, the day that I forget to set my alarm, the most magical thing in the world happens, and I couldn't have been less prepared.

Earlier that night I had stayed up, studying for my physics midterm that wasn't until a week later. And honestly I was a bit fed up with forces and Newton and all of his laws. I had decided I most definitely was not going to school in the morning. I abandoned my physics book on my desk, and dumped the papers and charts I had spread out on my bed onto the floor.

I slept well into noon, and before I opened my eyes, everything felt normal. But when I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a place that was even remotely Lisle. Or Earth for that matter. Everything that was in my room had somehow magically been transported to a different world. I rolled out of bed in my ruffled day old clothes that I didn't change out of last night and felt the smooth sand between my toes. It was red... and the color of.. wait. Mars! I'm on Mars! I started panicking and asking for help.

Out of nowhere a person appears. Or what looked like a person. This figure in front of me possessed four arms. Instead of attempting to calm me down, it begins pacing and ruffling its hair.

 "Calm down, will you?! Such a fuss you're making. My god! You would think something is eating you."

I close my mouth and stare at this stranger who is acting like this is a perfectly normal occurrence. "Who..wha-Who are you?" I ask.

The strange figure turns around and smirks at me.
"Ah, but the correct question is, how did you get here?"

I can do nothing but look confused.