It was a tense moment. The crumpled up piece of paper we found on the hall floor was very disturbing to us, disturbing that these people would accuse us of such things as this! This was ridiculous. I could feel my eyes narrow. A crowd had gathered around me by this time. "What's it say?" someone asked nervously.
" 'There are no questions that the band geeks are aliens trying to infiltrate our school system,' " I read. " 'They break down complex coded messages and speak a language that is half English and half something no one has ever heard. They are able to function with little or no sleep. And perhaps the most convincing piece of evidence, have you ever seen one act in any way that could be believed as normal? Show me a normal band kid, and I'll show you a million dollars.' "
There was a silence broken by some smart-Alec. "Where do we collect?"
"Well, I guess our secret is out," I sighed, crumbling up the paper and throwing back to the floor.
Yes, I was being sarcastic. But the accus