My Adventures with the Z-Nobs

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            Every person has a different story to tell; some stories more interesting than others. Have you ever encountered a smell or seen something that brings you back to a certain time? For me, I believe I have a story that is pretty hard to duplicate. Let me take you back to a time I will never forget…

            It all started one brisk mid-September evening. The old windows that surrounded my aged house were cracked ever so slightly, to allow for a gentle breeze to brush upon me, like a feather gliding across skin as I slept. I headed up the stairwell, brushed my teeth and jumped into my bed. As I lay my head upon my fluffy pillow and drifted into sleep, I heard an extremely peculiar sound. No, it wasn’t the screeching of the wood floors, nor was it the creaking and moaning from the outdoors. This particular noise was one I had never encountered before in my life. It sounded like an abrupt fire alarm mixed with some bizarre type of futuristic sirens. I quickly jumped out of my bed. My heart was racing a million miles a second. This noise scared me so much that it had felt like I swallowed a frog down my throat. I slowly drifted to the far side of my bedroom and towards the window to take a glance outside. As I brushed the silky curtain to the side to peek, I saw an image I would never forget.

            My eyes jumped as I veered out onto the lawn of my front yard. I saw a grey spaceship spiraling down the sky like the leaves of a tree through the autumn sky. The neon colors that lit up the spaceship seemed to have echoed through my neighborhood, like the headlights on a car. I darted down my front steps and headed toward my parent’s bedroom door. I shook my dad and he woke up both my mother and sister. After convincing them that this was not just a crazy dream, they came downstairs with me to check out the scene. The spaceship landed, and out walked these purple creatures. They looked like a sea of little smurfs, ready to take over the neighborhood. These creatures were so cute and friendly looking, that without hesitation, we walked closer to them. After exchanging greetings with these creatures, which are actually called Z-Nobs, claim to be from the planet Zoe, a small orbiting sphere way out in the solar system. They were sent here to be of help to us with advancing the technology on our planet. The Z-Nobs insisted that we go on a tour of their spaceship. Inside, was a whole other world.

            The Z-Nobs home was totally amazing. It was like nothing we had ever seen before. The long hallways were filled with bright, flashing lights and the highlighter colored walls were the perfect touch for this space vehicle. On board, these creatures had an aquarium, kitchen, movie theater and bowling alley just to name a few amenities. Their squeaky little voices greeted us with kind words, and were eager to help out in any which way they could. They invited us to stay in their spaceship for a gourmet meal- Planet Zoe style. My father, who was quite hesitant to the idea, finally agreed to let us eat with our new Martian friends.

            Our meal was finally prepared, and Mom, Dad, Megan and I gathered around the space table to enjoy a Martian cooked meal with our friends from another planet. Our special “midnight snack” consisted of zesty lemon barbeque chicken prepared over a bed of steaming crispy asparagus, accompanied by fresh hot bread and delicious garnishing for a special touch-cooked specially for us by Chef Bob. We exchanged light conversations at the table that mainly consisted of the differences between our planets. Before we knew it, three hours had passed and my family was about to pass out from exhaustion, my dad did the head nod that told us it was time to depart. The Z-Nobs promised to stay for a few days, so we said our goodnights and headed back into the house. While we slept, the Z-Nobs hooked up all of our neighbors Internet connections, and tweaked all of the technology in the neighborhood so it was totally up to par with the advances made by these Martians. They worked non-stop all night, because Z-Nobs never sleep.

            The very next day, I woke up to the sounds of the Z-Nobs banging and drilling. I was so eager and excited to get to know these creatures better, that I put on my slippers and ran outside to see them. A Martian, Martina, who was also 19 years old, first greeted me. She and I sat down to get to know one another more. We began to discuss our lives, and I had a million and one question that I wanted to ask her. After talking for a while, I discovered that Z-Nobs fly to all of the Planets to help them out. They eat food just like us, communicate like us, and pretty much do everything that human beings do. The only difference is that they don’t sleep, and they are all different colors. All of the Z-Nobs look the same. Your color is your own identity, and each Z-Nob is born with a specific coloring. Each color also has a meaning. For example, the blue meant you were a calm, cool and collective Martian, and the red meant that you were a fiercely, saucy Martian. The conversations we had really intrigued me, and I found these creatures to be so interesting and different.

            The rest of the neighborhood was so welcoming and excited to get to know these little creatures. The soccer moms baked fresh cookies, and the fathers opened their homes to the Martians from Planet Zoe. The tiny Martians played with the children of the neighborhood. A week had come and gone, and sadly it was time for our new Martian friends to leave Planet Earth and head off to Saturn for their next mission. We thanked them for all of their help, and hugged them goodbye. As I hugged my new Martian friend, Martina goodbye, I felt a small salty tear rolling down the side of my face. I couldn’t help but feel sad to let these little creatures go because my family and I had become so attached to them the past seven days. As I, along with the rest of the neighborhood waved them goodbye, the Z-Nob’s spaceship took off in flight.

            So that’s that. Can you believe it? Martians in my town? No, this isn’t some twisted dream, or a contorted joke. This is real life. I became best friends with little Martian creatures, and it was the best experience I had in my entire life. This is definitely an experience I will never forget, for as long as I live. I only hope that everyone can experience and adventure with little Martian creatures from a different planet, like I did with the Z-Nobs.