Who We Are

Chapter 3

File Name:

Ana Wilson

Age: 11

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 4 ft. 10 in.

Weight: 87 lb.

Ability: Superhearing and Ability to Locate Anyone or Anything.

Was born in 2003, October 29th. Mother died giving birth. Father left when Ana was two. Ana has lived at Orphanage Home in Seattle.

Chapter 3

We walked up the white steps and entered through two large automatic glass doors. Let me tell you-this place was high tech. And secure. Security cameras lined the walls, and there were card scanners every thirty feet. We had to go through security. I sent my bag through the bag scanner, and walked through a metal detector. Instantly the detector started beeping. One of the officers rushed over and looked me over, then grabbed at the metal necklace hanging around my throat.

"Hey!" I pulled back, but he held on. Without thinking, I shot my hand out, sending a large gust of air towards him, and he went flying back a few feet, crashing into a metal cart.

"Zaylee!" Vivian exclaimed, rushing over.

"I-I'm sorry." I said, feeling bad and embarassed. "He was-I just didn't want him touching my necklace." I looked over to the man, who, other than the stunned look on his face, appeared fine. Another officer helped him up.

Vivian nodded. "It's okay. I understand. It was an accident. However, I know you don't want to, but you need to take off your necklace, or else the detectors go off. Okay?"

I nodded, and carefully undid the clasp of my necklace. it had a silver chain, with a small silver charm in the shape of the sun dangling off. My mom had gotten it for me for my seventh birthday, the last birthday I ever spent with her.

I handed the necklace to Vivian, who patted my back reassuringly. I had to say, she didn't seem as bad as when I first met her, but she was still treating me like a five year old.

We finally got the security part over with, and lucky for me there were no more complications. I got my necklace back and quickly put it back around my neck.

I followed Vivian through a series of halls, doorways and up flights of stairs. Finally on the fourth floor, we reached a room that basically looked like a huge office. In one corner a camera and computer station was set up. There was a table where some sort of reciptionist seemed to be shuffling papers or something.

I pointed to a door in the corner. "Where does that go to?"

Vivian frowned. "It's not important dear. I really shouldn't tell you."

I pleaded with my eyes. Call it luck, or call it my incredibly convincing puppy dog stare, but Vivian sighed and agreed.

"It's the file room. That's why we are up here-to get your picture and some info to add to your file."

My brow furrowed. "File?"

"We have a file on every single person with an ability we can find. We gather everything we know about them into a file, then track them down and bring them in. Then we gather any other imformation we might have missed, and then their file is completed and they are sent to the facility. We have hundreds of files all stored right over there." She gestured to the other side of the room, where a window gave us a clear view into a room stuffed with file cabinets.