Earth was at war with planet Jupiter again. Not the actual planet, but the intelligent species called the 
Ghuts that lived on it. There could be no hand to hand combat due to the fact that Jupiter was another planet, but the 
rulers of the country's first move was to send my family with a bomb to destroy the dreaded Ghuts once and for all! 
Hold on, I got ahead of myself, let me introduce myself. I am the narrator of this story, Catherine van Lent daughter 
of Mike van Lent a famous astronaut. My father was the first living creature to step on Jupiter. Or so we thought... 
Now three months later, scientists know better. Another species with technology far superior to ours exists. 
The Ghuts, savage beings, move from planet to planet sucking up its resources and technology. It was only a matter 
of time before they discovered us. Our only chance of beating them was acting first. Sadly, we did not know if they 
had some fatal weakness to starch or something like in the movies (I hope they aren't invincible!). All the info the 
world knew about Ghuts came to my head as my family's rocket ship, The Apollo 14 approached planet Jupiter. 
Ghuts are aliens 
2. 
Ghuts have way better technology than humans 
Ghuts are currently living on Jupiter, only 365366261.036 miles away. 
"Yay, we know so much," I mutter. 
"What was that, darling?" Asks my mom. "I didn't hear you." Fully aware that the scientists that discovered those 
three facts are listening not too far away from us on the computer, I replied "Nothing!" 
Me, my brother, my dad and mom were doing various things. My Dad was desperately trying to cook 
something. Due to his lack of skill, he was currently failing to make a chicken pot pie. My geek brother, Christopher 
or Chris for short, was surrounded by electronics, playing two games at once, listening to a video, and facetiming 
some friends all at the same time. My mom was a wizard when it came to computers, she was checking our location, 
readying the bomb, and other stuff like that. My dad was a boss at a company that made robots so everyone had 
some big connection with the internet (My brother who was 13, could program as well as the average 25 year old). 
Except me. My great computer connection? I didn't have one. 
I was curled up on my bean bag chair reading Wonderstruck when I heard something by the window. 
"What's that?" my mother wondered aloud."Can you check what it is Catherine?" She added not looking up 
from the screen. I pretended not to hear her, I was at a good part in my book and didn't intend on pausing. 
"Catherine! Can you check what is out the window?!?" My dad called slightly annoyed. Scowling, I put down 
my book. Later I thought tearfully of how happy I was that simple command was followed. Now back to the story. 
Page 278. Page 278. I didn't want to lose my page so I simply repeated the number in my head as I moved the curtains. 
"Who dares gawk at the witch?" came a clarion voice from next to the bucket building. Peeling my eyes 
away from the ugly sight, I saw a thin woman with thin blond hair and high cheek bones. Fair skinned and with a 
haughty profile, this could only be the mayor, escorted by two strong men, so heavily armed I couldn't have told you 
if they had long blond hair and a very fair complexion or dark hair with similarly colored skin. They could have 
been. 
"My apologies madam, we are new here and have not quite adjusted to the new terms." My mom said 
smoothly. I personally, was relieved she had picked up the 1692 vibe so quickly and curtsied. Not everyone in my 
family was so bright though. Christopher in turn stared blankly at her with the same expression he had worn upon 
witnessing the witch. 
"May we dare ask what is the meaning of this beast's location?" Prompted my dad who probably thought it 
was the medieval times or something. 
"Were there no witch trials in your old village?" 
The mayor sniffed. "We have a suspect being dunked at this moment so watch if you must!" She snapped. 
“So modest, she should be shown when people ask for a antonym example of froideur!" I whispered 
sarcastically to my brother, who snorted. The dunking was horrible! A nice teen with soft short black hair was 
thrown in with the witch. After intense searching, the witch shook a large chunk of cake out of the hem of the girls 
jacket. "Her prize." One of the guards explained. She gets to eat any of the food her which victims have. That way the 
poisons are disposed of. The scene after that was very gruesome, so I chose to look down. It was lucky I did, because 
one by one I saw the nets holding the monster in ripped! How could the towns people find this so quotidian? 
As if by magic I had a vision of what would happen next. “I think it's time to leave!" I whispered to everyone 
as I took a slow step back. They followed my lead. Too late. "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!?" screeched the 
witch. She must have tried to hit us or something, because suddenly the whole building shattered. As one, everyone 
within a half a mile radius ran. Chaos took a strong hold on the world. Houses were up in flames, families were 
separated and for a strange reason there were net covered onions rolling around the roads. Spotting a narrow 
non-onion infested path away from the city, I pointed it out to everyone and me, Chris, mom and dad dashed towards 
the narrow escape path. When we got far enough away from the smoke to see, I observed we had run into a large 
field filled with tall grass. Suddenly, to the left a red tailed wolf slipped out of the shoots. When it looked at us I felt 
like it could see into my soul. Intelligence glittered in its eyes. As swiftly as it came, the red tailed wolf plummeted 
back into the grass. Not for long though. I could still glimpse little movements among the lanky plants. Only once the 
wolf once again pelted on to the road on which we stood did any of us remember we could speak. Unfortunately, it 
was Chris who gained this ability first. "Whaaaaau?" He mumbled. I knelt down to examine this creature. "Um, 
Catherine? That's a wolf you know!" whispered my dad. I knew not to usually confront an unknown canine like this, 
but this red fur girl felt so simpatico, and I felt even more attached when she dropped a squirrel at my feet. "Is this 
for us, sweetie?" I asked her gingerly. I swear she nodded before bounding off into the woods. "That was strange!" My 
mother exclaimed. "But this gift probably won't help much." "Why not?" questioned my dad, obviously confused. 
"Can't cook it, but that's not the point!" I yell feeling the tears build up in my eyes. Before I could remind them the 
world had been set back a few centuries, my red tailed friend dropped in. And she was not alone. She was 
accompanied by a midnight black wolf, to put it nicely. To put it not so nicely (but way more accurately) she was 
pulling the fellow by his ear! When she reached us she stepped back and watched us. Grudgingly, Mr. Black wolf 
dropped a squirrel before us. He shuffled backward and glanced at the first wolf, who I decided to call Manna, as if to 
say "There, I did it. Happy?"Manna, satisfied, turned and trotted down a trail to are right I hadn't noticed. "Guess we 
better follow her" Chris said. "That's the smartest thing you've said all day" I snorted "Of course we should follow her. 
Besides, do we have a better thing to do?" Chris looked down sheepishly. My dad shot me a warning look, Don't tease 
your brother too much. That put me in a bad mood as we tagged along after the wolves. I was so lost in thought Iran 
into Christopher. Why? We had reached a fork in the trail. One wolf waited down each trail. My dad glanced at the 
red wolf, the black wolf, and at us in turn. "Well? You're the wilderness survival people around here, not me." Dad 
urged. "We could eat the three leaf clovers." mumbled Chris (He didn't really get the point.). "I think your dad means 
which path." explained mom softly. If we had a matriarch, it would be her. "I think the black furred wolf. Little red 
must have brought him along for the ride for a reason." "But this crimson pup hasn't led us wrong yet!" argued my 
brother. At this point all eyes were on me and I felt my cheeks flaming up. "Um, I agree with mom" managed to 
untangle itself from my mouth and float out. I was HORRIBLE when it came to public speaking. Even when it was just 
my family, the second an eye strayed in my direction I turned all red and forgot my name. Realizing I had gotten so 
wrapped in my thoughts the family was almost out of sight, I ran back to the lead. Oops. We emerged on a hill 
overlooking a small farm. In the distance I heard a chanticleer. "Wrong direction. Nothing useful here. Let's try the 
other path." sighed my dad. I noticed he was watching us out of the corner of his eyes, hoping we point out something 
that could help. Dejectedly I shook my head. I was tired, hungry and sore. Without even realizing it, I started 
dragging my feet. This would normally cause panic, due to the fact each shoe individually cost $600,000,000,001, but 
today no one cared. When we finally dragged ourselves to the split in the paths, Manna was laying under a tree 
panting slightly. I swore I saw a mischievous light in her dark peepers as she stretched and trotted merrily down her 
trail. Too exhausted to speak, by the time we reached the final area, Chris had dropped off three times, dad four, me 
two, but mom managed to keep her eyes on the prize of a bed. She got that prize when a nice comfy modern log cabin 
materialized in front of us. "I declare this a sockeroo!" Dad croaked hoarsely. Blacky crouched next to me, trying to 
avoid Manna's smug grin. I don't know where I got the energy, but I crawled onto the leather couch. I was at 
heartsease. 
My last thought was: IMMAT ALAPRODOr And should write a story about this.