Vampire of the Opera chapter 1

Renee Gade stood in the hall, cleaning out her locker at the end of the day. People rushed out the door of the school in a hurry to get home and start summer vacation. He ears pricked up as something moved behind her. The fur under her T-shirt stood on end.  Before the water balloon could hit her she ducked to the right, avoiding a water balloon to the head but smashing it against the locker door. She fell to the ground as a wet splash hit the locker's insides.
"You got lucky this time, space- scum!" Shrieked the Gummer twins in harmony. They were the most anti- alien teens in the entire school. "Listen, you ugly beast, get out of our town and back to the backwater filth you call home!" The words stung.
Being one of the only two nonhumans in school was so strange. Of course she had friends, which included the other alien despite being from enemy planets. Earth had only joined the Galactic Alliance about seven years ago, when she moved to Tennessee so her father could start a new career. Moving when you're seven is hard, especially when the move takes you to another planet. She was from Zephyr, an exotic farm planet near the now nonexistent Canis Lunis green moon.
She lived here with her dad, Alan, while her mother stayed back on Zephyr as a part of the royal court after Alan had quit his job as a researcher for Star Command to move here with his 'little girl'. Renee gathered her things and closed the soaking locker. She swung her book bag across her shoulder and ran towards the front door. Suddenly she was rammed to the ground by her drama teacher, Mrs. Hardacker. As if the headache wasn't bad enough already.
"Oh my! I am such a KLUTZ!" She yelled and heaved the girl up with so much force that Renee was surprised her arm hadn't come off. The woman had white hair in a bun high up on her head and wore a lack of much needed makeup. She reeked of lavender perfume that hurt Renee's sensitive nose. "Renee! Just the girl I was looking for!" She squawked. "Listen, hon, I have a job for you, alright?"
"What kind of job?" The curious teen asked.
"Do you remember that play this summer that I couldn't cast you in? For the honored space rangers?"
Yes, Renee knew the play. "Phantom of the Opera?"
"Yesiree! I felt it was unfair that Agatha Gummer beat you out of the tryouts, and you're so handy, so I need you to clean up the theatre and make backdrops and such." The teacher danced on her tip- toes. "I want you to be our art design manager."  
It wasn't a role in the play, but it was important. The alien agreed readily. Renee hurried outside and put her stuff in her motorcycle's saddle bag. He threw herself on, the parking off, and sped home to tell her dad.
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"Dad!" She called into the stairwell downstairs.
"In the garage!" Replied Alan. Alan was always in the garage, he now built motorcycles for a living.
"Today at school Mrs. Hardacker asked me to help with the play."
Her dad looked up in surprise. "Have second thoughts, did she?"
"No, I haven't been casted, but she wants me to clean up the theatre, like an art design manager or something." Renee corrected quickly. "We're working at the old Jollyranch playhouse."
"So, what did you say?" Alan was getting impatient. The man liked to work fast, despite being just a touch slow.
"I said yes, duh." The girl made a face at her smiling father. "I'm going over tomorrow after lunch, going to make a routine out of it. Every day from one to six."
He nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan. You just might get some respect at school now."
"You know what? I just might." She started to go back upstairs, but Alan suddenly piped up.
"Oh, wait, tomorrow I'm going to the scrap heap. Wanna come? There could be interesting stuff." He was a notorious trash picker, but you couldn't say his daughter was anything less.  
Ever since Renee had laid eyes on the ridiculously large pile of scrap metal and trash, it had bothered her. The monument of junk was delivered a few weeks ago, in an unmarked ship, quietly, as if being hidden from prying eyes. She knew it was just superstition, but it still burned in her paranoid head. Rumors had snaked around school that it was all from planet Z, explaining the quiet drop off. She believed it. "Fine."
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Renee suddenly sat up in her bed, breathing heavily. It was another nightmare about the space rangers. That robot freak, XR, was here at her house on Earth. He had come out of the shadows at her, with crazy looking arms that swung around the room and lifted her up out through the window. With a horrifying slingshot motion, she had been slung across town and into the heap of trash. Then suddenly it was all over, and she was onstage. Everyone had been clapping and screaming her name. An announcer, Agatha Gummer, looked into the crowd and called "Everyone cheer for the one- armed wonder, Renee!" And she found herself on the roof of her home on zephyr, missing an arm. Then the world sank into darkness.
"Renee? Are you up?" Alan yelled up the stairs. She glanced out the window and saw sunlight leaking through the curtains. In a few hours she had to meet all her friends for lunch. The faint scent of bacon and eggs found itself in her room.
"Yeah, I'm up!"