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Defeated, Harris

  skulked upstairs.

  He had his one shot and he blew it.

  He lingered at the top of the stairs and

  overhead the rest of the conversation.

  “I don’t know how to apologize for

  my son’s behavior,” said Mr. Walker.

  “Don’t worry,” said Quar. “Our

  customs in Tragas are very different

  from yours. Misunderstandings like

  this happen all the time.”

  “Well, that’s still no

  excuse for Harris’s

  rudeness,” said

  Mrs. Walker.

  Then Zeke,

  Quar, and Xad

  left the house

  and headed

  home.

  “Harris just hasn’t been his old self

  since Zeke showed up at school,” Roxy

  said. “I’m worried about him.”

  “Well, he’s lucky to have a friend

  like you,” said Mrs. Walker.

  When the cleanup was finished,

  Roxy went home. This disastrous

  dinner finally came to an end for all

  of them.

  ZEKE WAS VERY UPSET.

  “I can’t believe Harris did that!”

  he said when he and his parents got

  home. “I knew he had his suspicions,

  but I never thought he would just

  blurt it out like that! I shouldn’t have

  pushed him. . . .”

  “Don’t worry, Zeke,” said Quar.

  “Most humans only believe these

  things up to a point.”

  “And even those closest to Harris

  think he’s wrong,” added Xad. “Forget

  about it. It’ll go away. Anyway, this

  was very productive. I think our next

  research topic might be on strange

  human foods!”

  But Zeke couldn’t just let it go.

  Harris is my friend, he thought.

  And now he’s in trouble, just because he

  was able to figure out the truth. I really

  like Harris. He and Roxy were the first

  kids to be really nice to me at school.

  Even if he was only nice to me to prove

  that I’m an alien, we have

  fun together, right? I feel

  terrible about this.

  And now Harris

  is grounded for

  who knows how

  long? But he

  wasn’t wrong!

  He doesn’t

  deserve to be

  in trouble.

  And I’m going to do something about

  it!

  Harris remained grounded for the

  time being. He went to school each

  day, but then he had to come right

  home. He couldn’t see his friends. He

  wasn’t even allowed to talk to Roxy on

  the phone. And he was worried about

  what she must have thought of him

  after what happened.

  A few days later at the dinner

  table, Harris said to his parents, “I

  apologize for being rude to our guests

  on Saturday.”

  “And are you ready to admit that

  what you said is nonsense?” asked his

  mother.

  Harris stayed silent.

  “Well then, it’s back to your room as

  soon as you’re finished with dinner,”

  said his father.

  The next day after school, Harris

  was stuck in his room as usual. He

  was bored. He had nothing to do

  except think about Zeke. Even his

  favorite comic books were taken away

  by his parents.

  He rolled over on his bed and

  glanced out the window. There was

  Zeke floating in midair, two stories

  up!

  Harris leapt from his bed and

  rubbed his eyes. When he opened

  them, Zeke was gone. He rushed to

  his window and looked outside, but

  there was nothing there.

  “What the . . . ?”

  Harris turned around and jumped

  up in surprise. Zeke was standing

  behind him, right there in Harris’s

  room.

  “How did you get in here?” Harris

  asked. “Is this even real? Am I

  dreaming? Have I lost my mind?”

  “No, Harris,” said Zeke. “You are

  awake . . . and sane. Well, as far as I

  know,” Zeke said with a smile. “And

  you’re correct.”

  “Correct?” asked Harris.

  “My family and I really are aliens

  from the planet Tragas,” Zeke admitted.

  “You are my friend, and I couldn’t let

  you be grounded anymore for figuring

  out the truth.”

  Harris gasped and

  said, “I knew it!”

  “My parents and I

  do move from place

  to place,” Zeke

  explained. “But it is

  from planet to planet. I’m always the

  new kid. And I’m always ‘different.’ But

  you wanted to be my friend anyway.”

  “I don’t know what to say,” said

  Harris. “I’m glad you trust me. And

  am also glad I’m not crazy!”

  “And now I must ask you to help

  me keep my secret,” said Zeke. “Most

  people on Earth wouldn’t be as

  welcoming as you.”

  “I will,” Harris promised. “As long

  as you promise you’re not one of those

  evil aliens I always see in the movies.”

  Zeke laughed and said, “Most of the

  time. I promise.”

  Zeke levitated into the air and

  floated out the window.

  Harris raced downstairs.

  “Mom! Dad!” he called out. “I have

  something to tell you.”

  His parents met him at the bottom

  of the stairs.

  “I want to apologize,” he said.

  “I admit that I have an overactive

  imagination. I let it get the better of

  me. Of course Zeke and his parents

  aren’t aliens. That was dumb. You’ll

  never hear me mention it again.”

  “Well, I’m very glad to hear you say

  that, Harris,” said his dad. “I think

  you can officially consider yourself

  un-grounded now.”

  His mom nodded in agreement. “As

  long as you go upstairs and call Zeke

  and his parents to apologize to them.

  And after that, call Roxy. You owe her

  an apology, too.”

  “I’ll do it right now,” said Harris.

  He bounded up the stairs, excited

  by this new chance to help his new

  friend Zeke keep his secret rather than

  trying to expose it.

  I was right! My next-door neighbor

  is actually an alien! He looked out his

  window where Zeke had been floating

  just a few minutes before and thought,

  How cool is that?!

  Read on for a sneak peek at the third

  book in the Alien Next Door series!

  HARRIS WALKER AND HIS FRIEND

  ZEKE were sprawled out on the floor

  of Harris’s bedroom, reading comic

  books. Harris loved showing off

  his collection.

  “Now this one is called Invaders

  From Beyond,” Harris said. “It’s about

  these aliens from another dimension

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  power beams from their eyes that can

  blow up entire mountains.”

  Zeke looked at his friend and

  laughed.

  “You don’t really believe all this

  stuff is true, do you?” he asked.

  Harris laughed, too.

  “Well, you can do some pretty

  amazing things, can’t you?” he asked.

  A lot had changed in the friendship

  between the two next-door neighbors

  since Zeke finally admitted the truth

  to Harris—Zeke was an alien from

  the planet Tragas!

  “Yeah, but not that amazing,” said

  Zeke. “Traveling through time and

  blowing up mountains is a bit beyond

  my skills.”

  “Okay, so what can you actually do?”

  Harris asked. “I mean, I know you can

  float, you can project what you see in

  your head onto screens, and you can

  heat stuff up with your hands.”

  “Let’s see,” Zeke said. “I can also

  move objects with my mind.”

  The next page in the comic book

  page turned over all by itself, revealing

  a picture of an alien lifting an entire

  building with one hand.

  “Well, I definitely can’t do that!”

  Zeke said.

  Both boys laughed.

  The next morning, Harris sat on

  the school bus next to Zeke.

  “I just found out that I’m going on

  a camping weekend with the Beaver

  Scouts,” Harris said excitedly.

  “Beaver Scouts?” Zeke asked.

  “They run this camp, and every

  October, boys can go there for a long

  weekend,” Harris explained.

  “I’ve heard people talk about it for

  years. In fact, my dad went when he

  was a kid. And this year, I finally get

  to go! We’ll get to do all kinds of cool

  stuff—go canoeing, pitch a tent, and

  even tell scary stories at night!”

  “And these things are fun?” Zeke

  asked.

  Before Harris could answer, his

  best friend Roxy joined them on

  the bus.

  “Well, you look pretty happy,” she

  said to Harris.

  “He is going to something called . . .

  Beaver Scout Camp,” Zeke explained,

  still not quite sure what it was

  all about.

  “So your parents finally think

  you’re old enough to go? ” asked Roxy.

  “Congratulations! I know how much

  you’ve looked forward to this. Is Zeke

  going, too?”

  “No,” replied Harris. Actually, I don’t

  think I know anyone who’s going, he

  thought to himself.

  When the bus arrived at school,

  Harris pulled Zeke aside after they

  got off.

  “Why don’t you see if you can come

  with me to the camp?” he blurted out.

  Even though he was excited, Harris

  was a little nervous about going off to

  camp and not knowing anyone else

  who’d be there.

  “It’ll be really fun, I promise, and a

  great way to learn about Earth kids!”

  said Harris.

  “I guess it might be. . . .” said Zeke.

  “I’ll talk it over with my parents.”

 

 

  A. I. Newton, The Alien Next Door 2: Aliens for Dinner?!

 

 

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