My life ended one hundred years ago. I look like I'm 13 but I'm really one hundred and eighteen years old. I go to school like everyone else, hiding my true identity. The only thing is I'm terrible at keeping secrets I'm not sure how long I can keep mine. I don't know how I'm going to keep Mr. Smith's (my geography teacher) secret safe either, I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen. It's going to be very bad indeed. It's going to be life threatening. Well... At lest to the humans it will be...