For the past fifteen minutes we all experienced sitting in a car on our way to the base. My mom stopped her crying, and my dad was still quiet, for the most part. It has been mostly quiet, except for the occasional update on how known I am to the world. Before today, I was only popular with my friends. I only cared what they thought of me. But, after the convict, I became popular to the world, and now I to care about the opinion of strangers, or something bad may happen. If anyone were to tell me yesterday that any of this would happen, or have a chance of happening, I would have laughed and walked away. I wouldn't give a second thought to it. But, that has all changed.

     This is my reality now; being apart of this society of supernatural beings. I can never go back to my normal. I can never go back to hanging out with my friends all the time, to sit in my boring classes, eat oatmeal every morning, or go back home. I don't understand what this new life holds for me, and I fear what it may be. I am going to start over who-knows-where, meet new people who are pretty much already familiar with me. That may be hard since I did spill their most valuable secret. I wouldn't be shocked if I am already hated. They may understand and not hate me. I don't know what to conclude or hope for anymore.

     All I recognize is that an important secret is out because of me and I could have put plenty of people in danger. I don't grasp what the government wants from us, or what they will do once they get to us. I can't even imagine the horrors they may put us through.

   "Anne," my mom, suddenly, interrupted, "you know that boy at the hospital? The one who pointed you out."

    "Yea," I responded, "what about it?"

     "He is already on the news." My mom said handing me her phone.

     The bright light from the hospital is the only thing making him and the news anchor visible. His brown eyes stared into the camera as he was talking, his back hair fell messy on his dark complexion. He seems awful fidgety. I find it shocking the news got there that fast, they must have sat there, waiting.

     "Sir," the news anchor started," would you, please tell us what you witnessed?" He continued to stare into the camera and took a breath.

     "I was sitting in the waiting room, watching the news," the boy paused for a second," it showed the girl getting shot, multiple times, and it wasn't hurting her. That's when I noticed the girl that was on the news standing twenty feet away from me. I yelled saying it was her, then everyone started talking about it. During that, a doctor they were with took them outside, and I never saw them since." the boy responded with nervous written all over his face.

     "They?" the news anchor questioned.

     "The girl was with two other adults, not including the doctor."

     "What did the adults she was traveling with look like?"

     "The woman was wearing a back short sleeve t-shirt, with green pants. She had blonde hair, and she was pale. The man was wearing a yellow button up with black pants. He had brown hair and wore glasses."

     "What did the doctor look like?"

    "He was wearing dark blue scrubs, a white coat, and he had brown hair."

     "How long has it been since you last saw them?"

     "About twenty minutes."

     "Thank you for your time, sir."

     The camera turned its focus to the news anchor as she said," If you see any of these people or know anything about them, authorities are asking for you to call the number below. There is a reward for helping out. Back to you in the studio."

    I turned off the news and handed my mom back the phone.

     "Well," Dr. Thomas started, "people now know what we look like and they are giving out rewards for any information about us like we're criminals."

    "Well, you certainly aren't what they consider normal, so what can you do?" My mom responded.

     Dr. Thomas paused for a second before saying, "We'll just have to stay low."