The bushes surrounding the tree rustled.
I was not alone.
I knew that this clearing my no longer safe and I couldn’t let them see me travel.
So, I put my arms over my head in surrender. I hung my head down low and lowered my bag to the ground. They came towards me.
Then I split.
I reached into my bag faster than they could pull the trigger on their guns. I grabbed 4 knifes and threw one at each of them. They ducked in order to miss then.
I grabbed my bag and dove over a bush, landing on the ground in a somersault. I have never been able to do that.
Two seconds. That is my best time so far.
But that was cutting it way too close.
I took out my iPhone to figure out where the hell I was.
I found out that I was in New Orleans, Louisiana.
My location services were off.
This left me with the same mystery: How did they find me? That is what I wanted to figure out.
I knew no one else in the world like myself other than my best friend. Her name was Isabella, but unlike me, she was extremely careless sometimes.
I did what I could to help people and figure out more about us. She would end up at bars and get drunk and show off what she could do.
Good thing all of them are drunk or else they would remember it.
Disappointing sometimes, but none the less she was a great friend.
Then again now that I’m in New Orleans I don’t know where the hell she is. Probably getting high in Paris or something.
Time to introduce myself.
My name is Holly Nairomia.
I am 18 years old.
And I can see the future.