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Chapter 2: Evie

Being undercover is hard. Especially when you're hiding from two different groups of people.

I peeked my head out from behind the bright red car in front of my shabby little house I had been staying in for five years now. Seven men were standing at the front door, knocking on it, trying to figure out if this is where I was keeping myself.

TRTMG (The researchers of the mind group) have been on my tail ever since I abandoned the lab five years ago. I tried to peek my head up above the car to check for the men with the guns again, but I smacked my head on the right mirror of the car and yelped a bit.

It wasn't very loud, but just my luck, they heard me. All seven barrels turned towards my head, but they didn't stand a chance. They knew about my power, but they were still idiotic enough to come face to face with me at my house. Haven't they figured out by know that I'm the one who's been killing their search party men? Don't try sending parties of men to come find me when I have mind control and you don't, OK?

Before their guns could even fire, I switched the gun around in their hands and they fired at themselves.

These people are scientists, but they couldn't be more stupid.

I stood up and dusted off my pants. Their bodies were laying on the ground, all in shock they killed themselves, when their mission was to kill me. Gathering the guns in my hand, I cracked open my door and sat the gun inside on the floor. While most normal people have rock collections or comic book collections, I have a collection of guns that once belonged to the guys who tried to kill the girl with mind powers. Weird, right?

I laughed to myself as I lifted the bodies into the air and tossed them into the woods behind my shack. The wind was rustling the trees, which made them sound as if they were talking to one another. The feeling gave me the chills. These trees have secrets; they've seen everything I've done, and they make me feel like I'm back in grade school being gossiped about again.

In our school, we'd go on this really awesome field trip once at the end of every year. It was this place called scream and shout. It was dumb, but when I was younger I had always wanted to go. It was like a dance club for kids. Their was music and dancing and snacks and a pool and it sounded like so much fun.

My parents wouldn't let me go in case I got really upset and had one of my fits. I would cry every year in the girls bathroom because all my friends got to go other than me. The girls in the classroom would come into the bathroom and crawl under the stall.

They would laugh at me and call me a freak because my parents were apparently "over protective".

What they didn't know was that I was a freak. A real one.

I shook my head and jumped back into the preset. A gave the trees one more glace and headed back inside. The key inside of my mason jar next to my bed was still there; no one had taken it.

I open up the jar and grab the gold key, which gleams as the light from the lamp bounces off the key. Walking over the the chest over in the corner, I insert the key slowly and take a deep breath. As I open the chest, I grab the bright green notebook out from the bottom. I hadn't opened the chest in ages.

A while back ago I told myself that once I turned eighteen, I would find my family and speak to them. I wouldn't come back; I didn't want the TRTMG to harm them. My family couldn't recognize me. I needed to speak to them without them knowing that I was their daughter and sister. I need a disguise.