another one about a bunch of sailors claiming to have seen a mermaid. They said the locals called her the Breathless Beauty. They often spoke of her glowing blue eyes, like my alien friend. I mean all of them. El Dorado, the Loch Ness monster, the Fountain of Youth, La Isla Perdida, Atlantis! All of them find their origins back to these mysterious beings. And you know what the common denominator is to all of these encounters?”
“Glowing eyes?” Eiris replied.
“Bingo. I think the aliens circulated these legends themselves to make their existence seem unbelievable. In fact, I believe they live right here among us.” said Dr. Atley as he gazed intently at Eiris.
“You think I’m an alien?” laughed Eiris.
“You tell me Mr. Penatia. How else do you explain your exotic purple eyes? Not to mention your similarly beauteous appearance. And don’t say they’re contacts because no one wears contacts and glasses at the same time.” Dr. Atley squinted suspiciously.
Realizing coming here might have been a mistake, Eiris recalled the excuse he always gave for his almost exclusively rare eyes, one that most scientists wouldn’t refute.
“As a scientist I’m sure you’re aware of Alexandria’s Genesis.” said Eiris with a straight face.
“Of course I am. But that doesn’t mean I believe it.” said Dr. Atley.
“I can assure you, I’m no alien Dr. Atley.” replied Eiris.
“So you’re as smart as you look. Very well. I rescind my previous statement. But always remember, the truth will come out eventually. It always does.” smiled Dr. Atley.
“Will do. Thanks for your time Dr. Atley. I hope you find what you’re looking for.” nodded Eiris as he shook his hand.
“Likewise, my young friend. Interesting tattoos by the way.” hinted Dr. Atley as Eiris walked out.
“Thanks.” Eiris nodded.
Eiris then began skating to school and never once dared to look back, fearing Dr. Atley would somehow see it as confirmation of his crazy theories. As he navigated through the crowded parking lot of the Predators arena, he saw Mr. Greavesly and sped to the locker room to avoid him. As he thought about what Dr. Atley had said things began to sort of make sense, even though the doctor had sounded absolutely crazy as he spoke.
All his life Eiris felt… different…than those around him. His curiosity swelled as he considered the doctor’s implications. Is that what I am? An alien? More importantly, are there really others like me here? If so, why? He had so many questions racing through his mind that he accidently put the wrong pair of hockey blades in Spike’s locker.
“Whatcha stupid or sumn’ pretty eyes?! I thought I said CCM’s, not Easton’s for weekend games!!!” shouted Spike.
“Sorry Spike, I got a little distracted. I’ll fix it.” replied Eiris.
“Oh, it’s a little too late for that. Ain’t that right Brock?” smirked Spike.
“Oh yea.” Brock joined in with an evil laugh.
As Spike and his other jock henchmen crowded Eiris, a familiar voice sounded.
“Leave him alone.” warned Aran.
“Stay out of this!” yelled Spike.
Aran stood his ground and glared at Spike, prompting the others to back away and return to their lockers. Spike glared back at Aran for a few seconds and then pushed Eiris against the locker before departing to his own.
“I’ll see you on the ice.” threatened Spike.
“How unfortunate for you.” Aran responded without even the slightest tinge of fear.
“Thanks man.” said Eiris as he collected himself.
“Don’t mention it. Besides, us nerd/jock hybrids gotta stick together right?” joked Aran.
“Hybrids huh?” Eiris laughed giving Aran a hand slap followed by a fist pound. “While I agree that we’re alike in some ways, bullies aren’t afraid of nerds. It’s usually the other way around. That’s the way things have always been.” he smiled.
“Well maybe that needs to change.” smiled Aran as they walked out.
While the scrimmage got under