Author's Note: I haven't even come close to finishing my other story, but I needed a break from cats for awhile. So I came up with this; it probably won't be super long. If anyone comes up with a better name than nofra, I'm all ears.

Also, in advance I want to say that I have nothing against Spanish. I specifically chose it because I speak Spanish.

Anyways, please tell me what you think.

Trapped on a planet called Dirt

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Holly walked through the musty halls of Tille Middle School. It was the first day of 8th grade, and her mind buzzed with excitement. First days always made her anxious, but this year she was the oldest, so for once she could begin with confidence.

The thoughts flitted around the edges of my vision like annoying flies. I tried to ignore them, but they persisted.

Summer was over, which sucked, but at least she would get to see all her old friends again.

Yes, that's nice, I really don't care.

It wouldn't be until a couple weeks into the year that she would start to think of school as a prison.

You don't know the meaning of prison. If I'd had them, I would have rolled my eyes.

Holly saw her best friend Amanda near a classroom door. She squealed happily and ran over. Amanda looked up, saw her, and also screamed with joy. The two started jumping up and down like idiots, then greeted each other in the traditional way. They stretched their hands out in front of them and started slapping at each other while squealing in an annoying, whiny way.

What the...? I took a quick glance around and saw that she called it a cat fight. It didn't even slightly resemble a cat fight. But then again, they were a primitive species.

The two started eagerly exchanging schedules.

I sighed silently and tuned out. This was what I had been reduced to. I had been shoved aside, ignored, and left to “guard” this little planet. What was it called again? Oh yes, Earth. In other words, Dirt. I was trapped on a planet called Dirt. By UNS (Universal Nofra Standards), it wasn't even a planet, it was an asteret. So small and insignificant that nobody would even bother with conquering it. It only had one guard. Yeah, me.

A different emotion cut through the others. I allowed myself to get a bit hopeful, but I knew it was probably something stupid.

“Fifty pages tonight?!” a high-pitched, thirteen-year-old voice cried, cracking slightly.

That was all I needed to hear. Of course. Nothing worth listening to. Bored, I started looking through my magical vision. Though I was ashamed to admit it, I had mostly been using Holly's senses to get around. It was strange for a Seer to use her host instead of her own senses, but sometimes it was easier that way.

And yes, I am a Seer. Laugh if you want, I'm used to it by now. And trust me, I don't like being a Seer one bit. Practically anything else would be better. My first choice would have to be a Slayer. Contrary to popular belief, slayers don't kill. They simply brainwash the host, leaving the life force alone. Blaze told me that. Next I'd probably choose to be a Trainer. They break in the freshly brainwashed hosts so they're nice and stretchy, which is crucial for easy transformation. How I missed transforming. It was the signature ability of a nofra, but couldn't be done when the host's soul was still present.

But really, anything was better than being a Seer. What do we do? We See, obviously. All that means is that our magical eye is stronger than that of most nofras. We can read emotions and identify other nofras more easily, accurately, and with more depth. Our magical eye also works as a substitute for physical ones. We can also choose to only see certain things at a time and magnify what we see, which is handy for finding things, but that's about it. It's a bit complicated when you get into all the little things we can do, but what it basically boils down to is this: we're useless.

And when I looked then, what I saw could only be described as useless. I filtered out “everything boring,” and not even a speck remained. Just what was to be expected from a planet called Dirt.

The bell rang. Holly double-checked her schedule, then walked off quickly towards her next class. Second period, Spanish.

I don't speak Spanish. I only recently acquired English from Holly. Such a useless language! Only people on Dirt spoke it, and not even all of them. Dirt had way too many languages for an asteret. There were planets thousands of times its size that had only one language. Even some galaxies had managed to use a single language. That made it a lot easier for us to get around. And yet, here I was on planet Dirt, getting ready to listen to a bunch of babbling they call “Spanish.” I could just read Holly's mind and learn whatever she knew, but why bother?

I dulled all my senses and went into a dormant state. Nofras didn't ever actually go to sleep unless they were on their death bed, which rarely happened because when a host died for whatever reason, the nofra occupying it simply left and went back to HQ to get another one. That is, if they liked you. Otherwise they sent you to co-live (your host's soul is still present) on some not-actually-planet-but-we'll-say-it-is called Dirt or Vomit or Stupid.

One day soon, I would get away from this horrible place. I'd get a new host, even if I had to steal it, and then I'd show them. I didn't know how, but I would. I seethed for awhile, then realized that I had been going to rest.

“Wow, only lunch and I'm exhausted...”

I drifted off, letting my thoughts fade into nothingness along with everything else. Well, everything except the monotonous hum of Holly's thoughts.

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