"AHHH! Let go of me you..you alien!" I repeatedly punched Gavin's back in anger. As the words left my mouth, he halted before putting me down. facing him, he pointed his big index finger in front of my face, almost taking my eye out. "Don't call us that." I looked at the other four then back to him. "What? Alien?" "Yes. That." This time it was Nathan who answered. With his index finger, he pushed his glasses higher up his nose and clutched onto his books. "We prefer foreigners." •°•°• Aliens. Even the word makes me want to laugh. I mean, there's no such thing of a so call alien. So how come there's five of them under my roof, watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in pink fuzzy robes?