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Imagine being Elliot's daughter.
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You rushed into the kitchen as you heard crashing. As you ran you grabbed your trusty frying pan.
When you reached the front room, you saw a young boy approaching your dad. You ran at him with the frying pan held high, but the boy turned around and grabbed your wrist.
"Nice try," he said, twisting your wrist, making you drop the pan.
"Who are you?" you hissed, yanking your wrist away.
"Alien," your dad whispered fiercely.
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him. "He's just some punky teenager trying to prank you or some shit," you scoffed, glaring at the boy, who smirked at you. Suddenly, he disappeared in a flash of blue. "What the hell!"
"Still think I'm just some teenager?" the boy's voice whispered in your ear.
