An alien disguised as a high school transfer student
Panel 1: The school bell rings, and a sleek black limousine pulls up to the front entrance of Oakwood High. All eyes turn as a tall, striking figure steps out - a young woman with porcelain skin, piercing blue eyes, and long silver hair. This is Alara, an alien from the planet Xyloth, here to blend in with the humans.
Panel 2: Alara strides confidently through the crowded hallways, drawing stares from all the students. She approaches the principal's office, her expression neutral. "Welcome to Oakwood High, Miss Alara. I hope you'll be very happy here," the principal says, handing her a class schedule.
Panel 3: Alara scans the schedule, her mind quickly processing the information. She makes her way to her first class, Physics. As she enters, all conversation stops and every eye is on her. "Class, this is our new student, Alara. Please make her feel welcome." Alara takes an empty seat, feeling the curious stares burning into her.
Panel 4: During the lesson, Alara's hand shoots up. "The answer is 9.8 meters per second squared," she states matter-of-factly, stunning the teacher. The other students gape at her in disbelief. Alara simply sits back, unfazed.
Panel 5: At lunch, Alara carries her tray to an empty table, hoping to avoid attention. But a group of popular students approaches. "Hey, you're the new girl, right? I'm Samantha. Why don't you come sit with us?" Alara considers her options, then nods and follows them.
Panel 6: Samantha and her friends bombard Alara with questions, fascinated by her otherworldly beauty and apparent intelligence. Alara answers politely, carefully maintaining her alien facade. Internally, she is assessing these humans, trying to understand their social dynamics.
Panel 7: After lunch, Alara heads to her locker, only to find a jock named Tyler leaning against it. "So, you're the new girl everyone's talking about. You're pretty cute. How about you and me go out sometime?" Alara regards him coolly. "I'm not interested." Tyler scowls, then slinks away.
Panel 8: In her next class, Alara notices a shy, bespectacled boy named Lucas watching her intently. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, Alara senses a connection - a spark of recognition that unsettles her. She turns away, unsettled by this human's perceptiveness.
Panel 9: The final bell rings, and Alara hurries to the limousine waiting outside. As she slides into the backseat, she lets out a long breath. "That was...interesting," she murmurs. The driver glances at her in the rearview mirror. "Did you gather the information you needed, Miss Alara?" Alara nods. "Yes, I believe so."
Panel 10: The limousine pulls away, leaving the high school behind. Alara gazes out the window, her mind racing. She has much to report to her superiors on Xyloth. But there is something about this place, and these humans, that has piqued her curiosity. Perhaps her mission here will be more than just gathering data.
