6

A streak of bright sunlight shining across Macy's face woke her from her fitful sleep. She hadn't been sleeping well lately. Her friends had done nothing to contact her, so Macy was feeling depressed. Slowly, Macy got dressed, putting on a bright red dress and her favorite blue rain boots, even though the weather was warm and pleasant.
It was Saturday, but Macy still had to work at the library. Because she continually neglected to pay the rent for her apartment, Macy had been hounded by the landlord for more money. Macy ducked into the stairwell as she heard the landlord coming, hoping to avoid him at all costs. Outside, the bright sun hurt her eyes as she made her way down the block to the library.
"click-clack," came a sound from somewhere behind her. Startled, Macy froze, terrified that another monstrous chicken had located her whereabouts.
The noise came again, but this time right beside her. Cringing, Macy turned to face her enemy, but found that no chicken was beside her. A girl not much older than Macy beamed up at her with large white teeth. The girl was shorter than Macy, but most females were because of Macy's awkward vertical length.
"Hi there!" The girl said, still beaming.
"Hi," said Macy in a small voice, wishing that the strange happy person would go away.
"I like your boots!" Exclaimed the girl in surprise as she noticed the large rubber things that Macy was wearing.
"Thank you," Macy replied as she continued her progress towards the library.
"Hey, wait up," said the stranger. "I just wanted to let you know that if you ever have any juicy gossip, come let me know in apartment 323 so I can report on it, okay?"
"Okee-dokee," Macy said quickly in her usual nervous manner. The girl smiled again and walked away, her boots click-clacking as she went. "Well at least it wasn't a chicken," Macy thought to herself. She considered the smiling girl's offer about spreading information. She wished there was some way to send a signal into outer space, and thought about asking the girl if her technology could do so, but thought better of it. Macy, inside the strange workings of her mind, knew that she couldn't wait forever for he friends to claim her. As depressing as the thought was, her friends may not come back for her anytime soon. Times moves slower when you travel at the speed of light, she remembered. "They are probably coming as quickly as they can," she assured herslef, "it just takes them longer to do things".
Happy again, she bounced her way down to the library to see Edith for another long day of work.

5

Macy was on her lunch break. Usually, she would go back to her apartment and eat a bowl of her favorite cereal, Lucky Charms, but today she was feeling adventurous. The incident at the carnival had boosted Macy's self esteem; she was proud of how well she had handled the bear-man and his sly coaxing. Macy passed a diner and considered the possibility of eating her lunch there. Through the window she saw a girl, probably in her twenties, sitting in a booth, making little movements with her mouth as if she were talking to herself. The girl looked terrified, her eyes huge with shock. A few people in the diner were giving her worried glances, but for the most part ignored her.
"Maybe she is waiting for her friends like I am," Macy thought. "Maybe they abandoned her like my friends did me."
A waitress noticed Macy's intense stare through the window and knocked on the glass, pointing to a sign that read, "No Soliciting."
Disheartened by the sudden arousal of her sadness, Macy decided to just go back to the library, flip through some books, and skip lunch altogether.
She walked back down the street much slower than she had walked up it. The day was dull, everything was dull.
"Cluck, cluck," came a noise at her feet. And Macy had thought her day couldn't get any worse! A terrifying, humongous chicken was pecking at her shoes.
"Aaaa!" Macy screamed. Startled, the chicken violently flapped its wings, screeched, and hurriedly waddled away. But there were more; there were clucking hens all over the street! Convinced that chickens were finally declaring war on humans, Macy ran back to the library, eager to escape before the battle began.

4

It was night time, around 8 o'clock. Macy walked through the streets near her apartment building as she pondered the predicament that she was in. Maybe her alien friends weren't coming for her. Maybe they had forgotten about her. But Macy refused to let such thoughts run through her mind for long; her friends would come for her. They had to.
When she was about a block from her apartment, Macy came along a brightly lit carnival right behind the library. Edith had been complaining about the noise coming from the gleeful carnival-goers earlier that day, saying such people were "indecent and quite annoying." Macy had given Edith a small nod in response, hoping her austere boss would find someone else to torment for a while. With nothing else to do to keep her mind away from depressing thought of abandonment, Macy decided to go in the carnival.
There were bright lights everywhere; big bulbs hung from wires strung across the numerous tents housing different attractions. Macy was overwhelmed and bewildered by the strange people she saw in the different tents: a woman with a beard, dwarfs, conjoined twins, and a man breathing fire. All the acts were pretty generic, but Macy had never seen a carnival before.
Breathing hard from the excitement of being around so many strange people, Macy jogged over to a quieter, darker part of the lot. There was an old woman sitting at a table inside of a lustrous tent covered in purple drapes. The woman had a crystal ball and was speaking lowly to someone kneeling down before the table.
"Never seen a fortune teller before?" A man said behind Macy. Startled, she spun around and gasped. The man's voice had come from the mouth of an animal head, a bear maybe. The rest of the body looked normal, but it was hard to tell in such dim light.
"N-no," Macy stammered.
"Good for you, they're a bunch of lunatics who don't know what they're talking about."
"Okay," she said meekly.
"Why don't you come with me to see an act worth watching."
Macy didn't know how to respond. The bear-man was scary. She remembered a lesson her friends had taught her: "Never trust the words of one who is not of your own species." They taught Macy this because all alien species are at war with each other, but Macy didn't realize this lesson didn't apply to Earth.
"No! I won't go anywhere with you, bear-man," Macy yelled, running away as fast as she could.
"Damn, I was really hungry," the bear-man said to himself.
Macy ran until she burst through the door of her apartment, thankful that she had remembered such a wise lesson.