Fiction:  Group 2
        
        
          The girl replied, “It’s not, you dummy. But I don’t know why we’re here.”  Just then the aliens stepped in
        
        
          from the walls. I mean literally just from the walls.
        
        
          They melded from the solid steel like it was thin air. I was really really, astronomically scared. My heart was
        
        
          beating so hard that I thought it was going to burst. Just then, the aliens explained why they were here. “We
        
        
          come from the planet Delta III, in the G-3 star system. We crash-landed here on earth, and we brought
        
        
          you here to help us fix our ship. Because your names match the place we are in, and the name of our planet,
        
        
          so fate will give you powers to help fix our ship. It is an ancient enchantment. We have waited for you for a
        
        
          long time, we were stuck here for 3000 years.”
        
        
          “But we don’t have any powers!” the girl, named Pearl protested. “We aren’t even especially strong or
        
        
          whatever!”
        
        
          “You have powers you have not even begun to imagine yet,” replied the alien.
        
        
          I thought this business was very strange, so I suggested that we be returned to our homes first and think
        
        
          about it. The alien snapped his fingers and in the twinkling of an eye, I was back in my home, tucked in my
        
        
          bed. I thought about the alien’s last words. I didn’t know I had any powers, apart from the fact that I always
        
        
          tended to be in charge. But how did that help when you’re fixing an alien ship? It was absolutely mind-
        
        
          boggling. Also, those aliens were supposed to be like, super hi-tech.  How come they were so superstitious?
        
        
          I couldn’t think, so I searched the internet. I found out there was a kind of fish called a sturgeon, which
        
        
          have survived in the river for more than 140 million years, and are considered to be living fossils in water!
        
        
          An idea occurred to me. The aliens could burn the fish for ‘fossil fuels’!
        
        
          We returned to the cave to suggest this idea to the aliens. “Brilliant!” he exclaimed. “Why didn’t I think of
        
        
          that
        
        
          before?”
        
        
          So, he told us to fish for sturgeons in the river. We found out that our power was to attract the fish to our
        
        
          nets. He insisted that we take lots and lots and lots, but we saved some to prevent them from total
        
        
          extinction. That is why up to this day, sturgeons are considered an endangered species.
        
        
          When the ship’s engines were up and burning, the aliens bade us farewell. “We’ll never forget this! Thank
        
        
          you!” they gave us tiny beads as a souvenir. We watched as they climbed in and blasted off, straight into
        
        
          outer space.
        
        
          It was a thrilling adventure, and an wonderfully strange one too! Pearl and I had made good use of our
        
        
          powers. On some deep dark nights, when I looked up at the fathomless sky full of stars, one of them seemed
        
        
          to wink at me, as if the aliens were saying,  “
        
        
          Hello
        
        
          ”.