One in a Million

Prologue

I was walking home from school.  It was around five O'clock.  I had stayed late to do my science project.  Just me being me.  I'm such a nerd.  Always reading.  Always writing.    
It's starting to get dark.  My red converse slipping and squeaking under the wet pavement.  It rained about an hour ago, so the sky is still cloudy. 

I adjust my backpack on my shoulders.  Suddenly there is a very high scream.  Two screams.  They seem to belong to girls.  My age maybe.   Thirteen.  

My attention is drawn to where the screams are coming from.  An alley.

They are closer than I thought.  I can see the dark figures.  There are five of them.  Two are on the ground. Not dead. But on their knees. Both of their hands on their head.
I see long hair dangling from their shoulders. They were the ones who screamed. The two girls.

I start to get closer.
I think I recognize these girls!

I am at the corner of the alley peeking over. The three tall boys pointing pistols at the girls. One of the girls are crying. The other one looked angry. She looked at the boy pointing the gun at her head, and didn't look away.

The boys were speaking quietly. They said something about "being for the best." Or "you're abilities are too dangerous." And "You shouldn't have ran. We would have found you no matter what."

I turn into a panic. My stomach is churning.

Immediately I get my phone out, shaking, I dial for the police.

They ask me what my emergency was. I responded very quietly with, "Help. Two girls are being held at gunpoint in an alley." I say the street we're on. They said, they'll be there in a few minutes.

I crawl behind a dumpster and wait.

I hear the sirens of two police cars and an ambulance.

I don't dare get out of my spot behind the green dumpster, until the boys are in police custody.

I heard no gunshots, so I assume everyone is still alive. Then I see the three boys being dragged into a police car handcuffed. I come out of my spot into the open.

The one girl that was crying appears to have blond hair.  Her cheeks were stained with mascara and tears. 
She was the first to notice me. 

One of the police officers holding a pad and pen stepped towards me.  I said.  "Hi, um I'm the girl who called.  My name is Kaitynn.  Is there anything I could do?" 
"Yes, actually."  Says the officer.  "We need you for some questioning.  Nothing to be scared about."  She gently tapped my shoulder.  "You will ride in the other car."  She points to a second car.  It's lights still flashing. 
"Okay, but can I tell my parents where I am before we go?"  I asked. 
"Yes, of course."  She says.