AN: so this is just a lame idea that I've had floating around in my head. This chapter really isn't that great, but I just picked a starting point and went with it. I'm sure I'll go back and revise it. BUT I would love to hear what you all think. Let me know what works and what doesn't! Thanks for reading guys!

Kidnapped…by aliens.

You heard me right. There's no stuttering here! Kidnapped by ALIENS.

Ok, let me clarify. Because, it's pretty confusing. I wasn't actually kidnapped by aliens. No, they were actually quit polite and asked me very nicely to go with them. And I said yes.

SHIT! Let me start at the beginning.

I was at school (state university) walking from the humanities building to my biology class clear across campus when four shadows blocked my downcast view of the side walk.

"Angelina Samantha Cross?"

The people that I stood before were relatively normal looking. There were two boys and two girls who looked at me with smiles spread across their face like something out of Pleasantville. I could have looked beyond that. You learn very quickly when you go to college that there are over 5 million different sub-categories of people. And the majority of them are weird (in their own special ways. I definitely didn't exclude myself from that weirdness). And whenever one of these sub-species wants something, they form huge mobs of people who smile at you until you do what they want. But there was something odd about them. They were all blond haired and blue eyes and looked like perfect clones of one another. Pleasantville.

"Are you Angelina Samantha Cross?" one of the girls asked me in a super-happy voice.

I pulled my hair behind my ears and pushed my glasses up on to the ridge of my nose for the hundredth time that day.

"You can call me Sam," I replied.

"It's wonderful to make your acquaintance!" a guy spoke without losing that smile.

I couldn't help but grimace. "Is there something I can help you with?"

One of the girls stepped forward.

"We have reviewed your records, both academic and social and have found you to be the epitome of the average human being on earth today."

"Completely average!" the other girl chimed in like she was telling me good news.

"Thank you for pointing out my lack of interesting characteristics" I snapped. But they didn't seem to understand. The one girl who had stepped closer smiled even bigger, in fact. I could tell she was proud of herself, feeling that she had done something right.

"We represent the bi-galactic diplomatic council, created under the 4, 361 paragraph of intergalactic Act 51724 stating that once a growth species has reached the technological experience to travel and maintain habitat on a foreign planet they are, therefore, invited to start the ambassadorial process, which begins with a member of said species that is of no significance and embodies the majority and averages of their host planet and species to act as the unofficial ambassador for the planet and people until such time as it is deemed fit and ready to make full formal contact to that species leaders."

Was that supposed to ring a bell? Because it didn't. Everything she had just said flew over my head at the speed of light. Bi-galactic what? And any sort of legal talk was always confusing for me. I remember this one time I got in a wreck (a drunk driver slammed into the side of my car, damn it) and I had this conversation with my insurance agent that I only heard two words the entire time; "the", and "and". But THAT conversation was beside the point. What the hell did these freaks want?

"And what your saying is?" I asked, my eyes traveling from one blue-eyed face to another.

"We would love it if you would come with us and let us talk and get to know you, as a member of your species."

A moment of clarity fell upon me than and I realized what was going on.

"Ambassador!...Ok, I get it. You guys are doing some kind of experiment?"

There was a nervous exchange of looks and some really quick whispers passing through the group. At one point the sentence "what does experiment mean?" was tossed out there. Hint number two that these people were not regular students. But people only see what they want to see. So while my instincts were gently tugging away from the conversation, my brain refused. Logic dictated that strange people lived on college campuses and that, most of the time, they were completely harmless.

"Yes," a guy confirmed. "We are performing an experiment for which we would love it if you came with us to represent your people."

"Who, exactly is my people?" now they looked at me like I was the stupid one. "Never mind, what do I get in return?"

To this question they were eager to answer.

"Your room and board will, of course, be completely taken care of by the council. All clothing will be supplied for you, and your education and any other expense that might arise, we will handle," the other guy told me.

"What about school?" I asked, a growing suspicion looming in my stomach.

"Taken care of," was the quick reply. "You will suffer any academic punishments for your cooperation. And, I would think they would be most pleased with your involvement in this issue."

What the heck? There are times in life when things feel like they crash into each other. For instance, at that moment it felt like whatever my life was, whatever path I might have been on, my ignorant little world had rubbed and made contact with something else. The path had changed. And it's so dis-believable when this happens, because it doesn't feel right. That spark of intuition, like an itch that was warning me, gave told me this. It made me weary of these strange people who had abruptly found their way into my little universe.

I looked at them closer this time. Their smiles were plastered on like paint, and their hair was too perfect. But something about them, something that lay beneath the way they looked and the strange way they talked told me that they were not bad, or dangerous. There was a sense that they really wanted me to like them. They really wanted me to do this.

"Will you do it?" on of the girls asked hopefully. "Will you be the ambassador?"

I thought of all the times in high school AND in college I wished that I had done something, some sort of group activity. Most of the time I just ended up being fine with being alone. I liked it, being by myself. But whenever I snapped out of these periods where my head is gone off by itself I wake up to realize that I was missing out on something far better. Life.

"I'm not going to die or anything right?" I half laughed.

Another quick set of glances around the group and then a unison reply of "No, of course not."

"Alright, I'll do it."

They smiled. I smiled. And that was the end of that.

*****

We walked across the grass to the nearest building. The whole time, the two girls were trying to talk to me, telling me how exciting this was and how this was a once in a life time opportunity. All I could do was look up at the blue sky and the buildings around me trying to process everything in my head. There was still so many unknown answers here.

"We're leaving right now?" I asked, trying to keep the worry from my voice.

"Of course!" a guy said. "The sooner we get you to the station the better."

"But don't I need to grab some stuff from my room? My computer, phone…underwear."

"As previously stated," the other spoke up. "All clothing and necessities will be provided for you."

"Ok," I backed off. We walked into the cool air conditioned lobby of the fine arts building. I had rarely been there, but the quads knew exactly where to go. They moved with precision around a corner, down a long hallway, to an elevator tucked at the back of the building.

"So what exactly am I going to have to do in this experiment?" I questioned the girl who seemed to be the most eager to talk.

"Oh! Well…"

"Ambassador…," and he said what I could only assume was a name, but it was no name I had every heard of before. It was nothing but a serious of clicks and whooshes of breath through the teeth. "Will brief you as soon as we arrive at the station."

I was too busy at the time trying to think of what language the guy had just used to watch as we stepped into the elevator and, instead of pressing a button, one of the girls pressed their palm up to the stainless steal. I felt the normal pull of the elevator. Saw the numbers go from one, to two, to three, to the top floor (four) and with a bright and cheerful ding the doors slide open.

My eyes moved up from the floor and passed the doorway.

"Oh…my…God."

A felt a hand on my back guild me gently out the elevator. I should have done something then, but my mind was gone. Frozen numb by sheer…fear. The air caught in my lungs, and I felt the painful jump as my heart skipped a beat. What I was looking at was…well it was indescribable. I turned back around to see the doors of the elevator close fallowed by the disappearance of the machine all together.

And suddenly I was standing with four people in the middle of space with nothing around us but darkness and millions of stars…