You won’t believe what happened to me last week. I was just minding my own business, watering my plants in the back yard, when I heard a loud boom and saw a flash of light in the sky. I looked up and saw a huge fireball falling towards the ground, leaving a trail of smoke behind it. It was heading right for my house! I ran inside and grabbed my phone and my camera. I wanted to call the emergency line, but I also wanted to document this crazy event. I ran back outside and saw the fireball crash into the woods behind my house. There was a loud thud and a burst of flames. I felt the ground shake and the heat on my face. I was scared, but also curious. What was that thing? A meteor? A plane? A missile? I decided to go check it out. I grabbed a flashlight and a baseball bat, just in case. I walked through the woods, following the smoke and the smell of burning metal. I reached the crash site and saw a huge crater with a twisted pile of metal in the middle. It looked like nothing I had ever seen before. It had a weird shape, like a disc with wings. It had strange symbols and lights on it. It was definitely not from this planet. I approached the wreckage cautiously, wondering if there was anyone or anything inside. I heard a faint moan and saw a movement. There were survivors! I

shone my flashlight on them and gasped. They were aliens! They looked like gray-skinned humanoids with large black eyes and small mouths and noses. They had four fingers on each hand and wore silver suits. They were injured from the crash. One of them looked at me with fear and pain in his eyes. He reached out his hand towards me and said something in a language I didn’t understand. I didn’t know what to do. Should I help them? Should I run away? Should I call someone? Before I could make up my mind, I heard sirens in the distance. Someone else had seen the crash and reported it. The authorities were coming. I panicked. I didn’t want to get in trouble for being near the crash site. I turned around and ran back to my house as fast as I could. I grabbed my phone and my camera and deleted all the photos and videos I had taken of the crash site and the aliens. I hoped no one had seen me or recognized me. I locked myself in my room and tried to forget what I had seen. But I couldn’t. The image of the alien’s eyes haunted me. He looked so scared and helpless. He needed my help. I wondered what happened to him and his companions. Did they survive? Did they get captured? Did they escape? I don’t know the answers to these questions. All I know is that I met the aliens that day, and it changed my life forever.