he’s looking at me again,

beady eyes too big for his long face,

small flat nose,

bright silver hair,

i sit seated in his class everyday,

shivers creep up my spine,

a tingling on the back of my neck,

sharp cold of fear when he walks past,

what is he,

for certainly the new science teacher isn’t human,

bags under my eyes,

late nights spent researching the supernatural,

werewolves,

vampires,

elves,

nothing seems to fit,

he talks of science as if its foreign to him,

stuttering over basic words,

as if he just learned the language,

who is he?

what is he?

my mother tells me not to stare,

not to dig deep into the new person in our small town,

she tells me to be nice to him,

but how can I when he looks so different from me,

from my friends,

from my family,

however,

i turned to social media for my answers,

bad idea,

maybe this man is just normal,

the internet tells me im an asshole,

but I know there’s something more to my science teacher,

my mother tells me to stop digging,

it’ll only get me in trouble,

i should’ve listened to her,

now i’m millions of lightyears away,

on Mr. Morrison’s spaceship.