Now seriously, what can a adult do what a child can't? The news lately says that kids at a young age go to college. I may be a kid but I am not as smart as those protoges. Those geniuses that will send us right into space. Those girlys, fighting, studying, fighting, well fighting by standing up and doing what they went what they came there to do. Part of me wonders why those white girls complain about having not being respected. When everyone holds the greatest respect for them. Wait one minute, when they come shouting they were attacked, that respect quickly goes away and people criticize them. It makes girlys like them stand back and not talk because who would believe them? A child would believe them and comfort them. Because that is what they are here to do.

Perhaps my mother would like this essay.

Probably.

I tapped the delete bar on the android screen. Writing an essay about kids having to do everything in life and what they can do is proving to be a challenge. And it sounds a little too sweet. A little two opinionated coming from me. I sighed. I can't help but call everyone 'girly'. I picked that up from my babysitter, possibly, because my mother never referred to me as 'girly' in terms of nicknames. I figure it is my trademark. Living with parents who know little to nothing about how a twelve year old's internal life is problematic. At least to me. Because some days I had to decide: who do I sleep over this weekend with? Should I sleep over at Catherine's? Who the heck should I sleepover with if they ask? I can't be every where at once. It could possible if someone invented the transporter and made a glitch that resulted in two people being able to co-exist.

I wish I had a friend who would help in making decisions like these. I had my fair share of friendships in my lifetime. I am a old woman in a young girls body. I understand more than a child should. I lost my friends due to cancer, car accidents, accidents, and random shootings for someone in Florida it should be expected. But I never do. I just want to make a friend with someone who will never leave. Someone I can reconnect to at any given day in the future and being on the same page with them. Is that too much to ask? A girly like me can't hold the world on their shoulders. Because you know? It might just break them. I am not broken. I am as sane as anyone else. My old friends were visiting Iran a few days ago. . . I don't think they are coming back. Ever. I don't understand why they have been banned. They did nothing wrong. I could really use one of my friends from Iran to help me know if I shouldn't delete it. I may be the strong girl in school who stands up for others but who stands up for me and reassures me? I have a girlfriend who fits the other hole in me . . . but. . . she is in Iran and I am here.

"Good morning!" I heard a greet.

"Afternoon." I said, passing by a child on the bus stop.

I looked up in alarm wondering if I had seen what I just saw. I looked over then walked backwards back to the spot I was earlier while being passed by other students. I saw a little white girl with short dark brown hair, a pink head band, and she was in a gray hoody that seemed to outline her small thin figure. She was holding something gray but handle like in her hands. One of her hands had a fresh scar on the top. Her right hand. I pressed the side of the device then placed it into my pocket. It was on google docs so this document is going to get some more pounding down onto it. Well, the pounding that doesn't mean actually hitting it.

"Where is your parents, girly?" I asked, coming to her side. "Did you get lost?"

She looked toward me, with a smile, on her face.

"They are in another world." The girl said. "I am not lost." Her smile grew wider.

I looked over toward a lovely, tall grown up couple then back to her.

"So down the street?" I asked.

The girl shook her head.

"No silly," The girl said. "I am not from this world."

I raised my eyebrows then lowered them, deciding to play along.

"So from Kypton?" I asked. "Or Betazed for that matter?"

"No, I am from Earth." The girl said.

"Ah ha." I said, I sat down next to her on the wooden bench. "Where on Earth do you live?"

"3456 B, Dolan Street." The girl said. "Fort Campbell, Kentucky."

Uh oh.

Her father is in the military, then.

"Phone number?" I asked, taking my android out. I pressed the side then swiped on the screen.

"3636-306-6414." The girl said. She held her hand out. "Hello, I am Ivy! And I am an thing!"  I raised my eyebrow up in alarm and surprise. Who would call themselves a thing? Unless she is  Agender or part of the LGBTQ+ community.  Which would make sense for her. "Or an alien." She shrugged. "Don't know. Don't care."

I was putting it down into the screen while I held my free hand out for her.

"Sydney." I said. I shook her hand while lowering my eyebrows.  "Some people call me Syd." I put the phone to my ear and waited for the phone to be picked up. I should refer to her as Ivy, I suppose, with those hazel dark grayed blue eyes.  We stopped shaking hands. She had pink cheeks and then I realized how her hair was like a football helmet. It was so heavy appealing. Did she ever cut it? Good god, how did she grow it? Her bangs nearly covered her eyes. I couldn't see her eyebrows. "Hello, have you lost a child?"

"No, sorry." The man's voice said. "All of them accounted for."

I looked at the smiling girl who was starting to laugh.

"Sorry for the call, sir." I said. "Bye." I hung up.

"You can call me Speedy." Ivy said. "Because I am going to get revenge on that slagging Doritos chip!" Her hands clasped into fists and she had immense, tight rage. Her eyes easily showed that even without fire in them. The handle was not breaking in her hands. I almost thought she could break it for a second there. Her demeanor changed leaning forward appearing to be curious and in awe. "I love your eyebrows! They are so adorable."

If white people could see a blush on black people this would probably be obvious, but otherwise, I am flattered.

"Thank you." I said. "You look like you have been in a action movie."

She tilted her head then had a look of realization.

"I am in a action movie?" Ivy asked. "But that is impossible. Even though that would be cool . . . It can never, ever, ever happen." She scratched the side of her head appearing to be bewildered. "But it would make sense for me." She sported a grin. "One minute, I am surrounded by Alien Robots. Actually," She shook her head. "Cut that out. Cybertronians since they come from the planet Cybertron. And as I was saying, then I am not!" She nervously laughed. "Thinking I am dead and then burying me. Blasting mesah way out of the coffin. Funny."  She nervously laughed, again. "Really funny."

This was really fascinating coming from Ivy. I wasn't a psychologist but it appeared to me that she was a run away who was under some form of delusions.  Hearing her slip the word 'mesah' gave me the clue that she was into Star Wars and that her favorite character Jar Jar Binks. A rather annoying character who is probably the one behind Ben Solo's change to the dark side. But she didn't sound annoying to me. My best guess was that she is insane. She looked below my age without breasts. She had a rounded face with hair that covered her ears. I understood her incredibly fast speaking because I knew other girls who spoke fast when excited but man, she has a extreme case of excitement. Or a case of not being social. It was a indicator that she did not go outside often to socialize. I frowned, recalibrating to the fact, that she was covered entirely in dirt. She was a strange case of mystery, child like, and alien in one single body. Was this even real? I had to laugh. But I shouldn't laugh in front of a child. She believed the story with her heart. And laughing would frighten her. Or possibly make her lose trust in me. Which is what I did not want to do for someone I want to help.

It was her eyes that selled it to me. That she believed the story. This is nuts!, I thought. More nuts than finding a metal gate in Egypt. It was too crazy. But the thought was going around in my head. Circulating, actually. Is she a real life experiment gone wrong by the military? No, that is a story from The X-Files that could only be followed by Agent Mulder and his loyal, trusting partner Agent Scully. I felt like this would be the appropriate time for the X-Files theme tune to start playing. I looked around for any signs of a radio or men in black. I searched Youtube for it after the brief look out and hit the theme tune to the show. Ivy leaned forward at the screen as the theme tune played.

When it was over, "Oooh lalala." She looked up in confusion. "What is that?"

"The X-Files." I said, pressing the side of the button. "It's a TV show about two supernatural fighting FBI agents who solve the impossible and alien centric in the basement at Quantico." I couldn't tell if she raised her eyebrows. "He is called Mr Spooky and she is Miss Spock," I stood up from the chair. "Come on." I gestured forward. "If you are from another world and just got yourself out of a coffin, you need a new change of clothes."

Ivy leaped up then grabbed me into a hug.

"Thank you!" Ivy said. She was short, right around the average height of a child, four eleven possibly? Not even close to five foot. "You are a amazing person, Syd." The last part made me feel better when taking into account with what I am thinking about this little girl! "You really are."

I felt a rounded, hard object press against my chest as my hands wrapped around her backside. She could not have a breast in the center of her freaking chess. Now that is just unreasonable and ridiculous, but it would also mean she has breast cancer which means if she doesn't get chemotherapy she is going to be in pain, get tired, eat less, and sleep a lot and it will all be horrible. If she doesn't have cancer, what does she have then? Is she really part alien? I am considering it. Very heavily. That would also mean that aliens were real. The pictures of alien craft wade through realistic to being photoshopped to videos that are debated to be real or not. I let go of the girl's body and took her hand.

"Come along, girly." I said.

"Meep!" She squealed, with a hop and off we went.