This story is different then my other.I'm looking at this as the world where they are six felt and had to deal with all of this,how she became tough and never shared anything about this.

I own none of the characters-I wish I did ,but no matter how much i want them ,Pittacus owns all of them. Except Jan and Tink who our my characters.

Six's POV

I sit in the car with one ear bud hanging cepán, Jan, says we have to move around a lot for safety,but I haven't even been attacked and one worked at my school. Jan says I'll have to be homeschooled now ,because it's too dangerous,after the mog at my school.

"We'll be stopping for the night if you want to turn off your music to pay attention,"he tells .

I turn off my phone and pull out my notebook.

"You need to know more than just need to learn more about your home."Jan drowns on,but I discover myself lost in my writing for about a half an hour.

If you want to know my name,you can' can have all my fake names,but my true name,I don't even know can have my number,six.I have no family ,but Jan. Jan isn't my dad,he looks a lot like me,so people often think he parents ,twin brother,and little sister are mogs attacked my home planet. My powers are starting to work. I've had one since the attack.I can see ghosts. I've been looking forever for my dead family ,but they never talk to me.I'm about to be are books about my kind written by a Loric man who wanted to warn earth by predicting the future and cutting out half of the Lorics to protect us and not to give us away. He changes the places,names ,and how we look.

I rub my four scars trying to stay jeep pulls into a hotel.I sit up and start gathering my stuff.

"We should cut your hair and dye it in the should switch your colored contacts," Jan says tiredly.I already know the drill.I Honestly want to take out my hazel contacts and just have my natural eye color show but the way it's two colors,it's to risky.

Jan walks around the car checking for any gives me a thumbs up and I grab my gun.I bust in the room we are staying finger is on the trigger.I walk into the kitchen and see no camera,mic ,or mog. I carefully walk into Jan's room.I hear a creaking noise and steady my cepán would never walk in well I was inspecting the hotel room. I see nothing in his room so I know it's most likely in my you know the mog is looking at it's ugly face in the mirror.I sneak into my fingers are tightly wrapped around the gun.I stand outside the door and listen.I bust in my room,and see a...

This is a shorter chapter ,but some time this week I will be posting the next 's longer and I just need a little time to edit for the cliff hangers,but a writer needs to keep their audience interested. Leave any suggestion, or anyone I should bring a good day ,and i love you guys.~Six's Storm