Sea Of Stolen Girls

2- Evelyn

I walk the halls, following a small group of girls walking to the cafeteria. They walk in, look around and sit with their friends. I stand at the door. I'm still alone. I don't really have any friends here. Everyone's scared or taken back by me.

Everyone asks what my power is. Truth is, I don't really know myself. There have been no signs, no tells, no nothing as to cue me into what my ability is. The only way I know I'm special- like the rest of these girls, is because of the print on my finger.

Everyone who has a supernatural ability has a small, blue circle on their pointer finger. The mark is identifiable at birth.

Every girl here has one, unless you are a female teacher or doctor. Men would have them too, but no guy here has a mark.

They are all government workers. Men who stumbled upon a supernatural event or someone who was born into it. They control us. Make us stay in line. Don't want us disobeying Micheal.

Not that any of us would dare.

"Evelyn!" I snap my head to the ear piercing sound. My mind clears from the thoughts about the facility, and there, waving her hand in the air ever so enthusiastically is Skylar.

Skylar is obsessed with finding out all she can about the other girls in the facility. She gathers so much information in that little blond head of hers that you would think she would implode with information.

She needs to learn something at all times. Weather it's finding out what the burgers are made of, or finding out everything there is to know about the outside. Right now, whenever she finds me she gives me a quiz to try and find out my power.

I force a smile, not wanting to deal with her bugging me, and grab the seat next to her. She too, has no friends. I wonder why?

"I have a few new tests. So this first one was done a bit rushed and sloppily because the idea came to me and I couldn't write down fast enough. It should be good though. Let's start." Skylar flips open her notebook frantically, bobbing up and down in her seat. I watch as she passes countless pages of random scribbles to the test.

"Have you experienced any headaches or nosebleeds?" Skylar asks looking at me intensely. Her deep green eyes stare past my eyes and right into my soul.

I hum, pretending to think for a moment. These tests never make sense, but I never have the courage to break her little heart and tell her.

"I don't think so," I respond, looking around the room. Guards stand at all 4 corners in the room, their cold, dark eyes peering over all the girls talking and eating.

I make eye contact with he guard closest to us, and he narrows his eyes as if to test me. I tilt me head a little, intrigued at his ego. I've never seen this guard around, and his handsome features tell me I would have remembered seeing him.

"Well then, you don't have any nausea do you?" Skylar asks, pulling my fave so that i'm looking at her again.

"No," I answer quickly.

Skylar's test seems to last for hours. I answer most of her questions monosyllabically and she doesn't seem to notice, her head 3 inches from her notebook, scribbling down all the things I couldn't be.

It seems as though she's attempting to figure out what dog breed I am. At least, that's what we did in life science a few weeks ago.

"Well, we have ruled out all my possibilities," Skylar begins, letting out a frustrated sigh. Although, I stop her right there.