I, Earthling

By Bruce Coville

This was written as the opening story for BRUCE COVILLE'S BOOK OF ALIENS. I later reversed the concept to cook up the I WAS A SIXTH GRADE ALIEN series, which had 12 books and also ran for two years as a TV series on Fox Family.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bruce Coville
• Release date: Aug 15, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465830746

Bruce Coville

BRUCE COVILLE is the author of over 100 books for children and young adults, including the international bestseller My Teacher is an Alien, the Unicorn Chronicles series, and the much-beloved Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher. His work has appeared in a dozen languages and won children's choice awards in a dozen states. Before becoming a full time writer Bruce was a teacher, a toymaker, a magazine editor, a gravedigger, and a cookware salesman. He is also the creator of Full Cast Audio, an audiobook company devoted to producing full cast, unabridged recordings of material for family listening and has produced over a hundred audiobooks, directing and/or acting in most of them. Bruce lives in Syracuse, New York, with his wife, illustrator and author Katherine Coville.

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I, Earthling

by

Bruce Coville

(Author of My Teacher Is an Alien; Aliens Ate My Homework; Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher; Into the Land of the Unicorns, and many others)

Published by Oddly Enough at Smashwords

Copyright 2011 Bruce Coville

For more information about the author and his works, please visit http://www.brucecoville.com/

I, Earthling

by

Bruce Coville

It’s not easy being the only kid in your class who doesn’t have six arms and an extra eye in the middle of your forehead. But that’s the way it’s been for me since my father dragged me here to Kwarkis.

It’s all supposed to be a great honor, of course. Dad is a career diplomat, and being chosen as the first ambassador to another planet was (as he has told me more times than I can count) the crowning achievement of his career.

Me, I just want to go home—though to hear Dad tell it, Kwarkis is home. I’m afraid he’s fallen in love with the place. I guess I can’t blame him for that. What with the singing purple forests, the water and air being sparkling clean (which really makes me feel like I’m on another planet) and those famous nights with three full moons, this truly is a beautiful place.

But it’s not home. The people aren’t my people. Most of the time I just feel lonely and stupid.

According to Dad, the first feeling is reasonable, the second silly. You’ve got cause to feel lonely, Jacob, he’ll say, standing over me. "And I’m sorry for that. But you have no reason to feel