“Rachel Morgan, don’t lie to me.” S

“Rachel Morgan, don’t lie to me.” She said firmly “I can tell when you are lying and right now you are definitely lying to me.”

“First she wants me to be out with friends, now she wants me not to?” She thought “Can’t she at least be consistent in her nagging?”

“I was just getting some air before working on some homework, o.k?”

Her mother frowned, but the inclusion of homework in her alibi seemed to at least satisfy her.

“Alright, well you better get started, it’s getting late and you need to be in bed early for your math test tomorrow”.

“Gotcha.” She said waving her hand dismissively

She’d completely forgotten about the Math test, but to her that didn’t really matter now in light of her present cargo.

Wasting no time, she bolted up the stairs, opened her doorway, entered it, and shut to door behind her. She knelt on the ground and swung her backpack onto the carpet in front of her. She was trying to be quiet, but when opening the bag every pop and click of the zipper seemed to reverberate throughout the room, inviting the attention of anybody who might have ended up hearing it. After a few more unsuccessful attempts to be quiet, she ended up just ripping the proverbial Band-Aid off and pulled the zipper along its path as fast as possible.

Reaching down along the inside of the bag, she grabbed the bottom of her prize with both her hands and slowly drew it out. It was light, but for some reason it seemed a bit bigger than it was before, though she may have just been imagining things. Once it was fully out, she held it up so that it could catch as much of the lamp’s light as it could. Now she could see that the thing was actually not black, but a very dark green color. She could more clearly see the veins pulsing, and for some reason it didn’t seem to disturb her as much as it probably should have.

She looked the thing over, turning it about in her hands like before to see as much of it as she could. It looked fairly uniform, no breakages or holes, no damage from its crash landing on earth. It also felt warmer now, though it may have just been that she wasn’t holding it with her gloves anymore.

Now that she had it though, she wasn’t sure exactly what to do with it. She couldn’t keep it out on her shelf like a cool rock or an interesting looking branch; her mother would practically have an aneurysm. She needed someplace to hide it, someplace safe and secure where nobody would find it.

As she thought more and more about it, a small voice in the back of her mind whispered “…in the closet”.

Of course, it seemed obvious enough to her. Still holding the egg with both hands, she stood up and walked over to the closet door in the far side corner of her room, and removing one hand from the egg she turned the knob and opened the door.

As far as closets go, hers was fairly spacious, if you hid something right it would stay hidden unless you were specifically looking for it, perfect for hiding alien artifacts. There were stacks of boxes all over, some with labels scrawled in Sharpe, others plain and unmarked. The back was veiled behind a curtain of cheap thrift store clothing.

She pushed the clothing curtain to the right, opening a way to the deepest, darkest part of her closet. She figured it had to be deep enough so that when her mom would look through her room (like she always did), she wouldn’t find it and throw it out. She couldn’t think of anything worse than if her mom found the egg and got rid of it. She needed to keep it, she needed for it to stay nearby. “Why am I keeping this”, she wondered…”shouldn’t I maybe get rid of it, report it to someone?”