My name is Anna McStone. I'm tall. I have brown eyes and short brown hair. I'm fourteen years old. I like to draw. I want to make cartoons for kids when I grow up-tell them my stories and teach them how to be better than the last generation.

Which makes it really confusing, since I'm currently tied and gagged to a chair in a prison cell with a pair of them standing guard. Well, sleeping, really, but I could tell from their makeshift armor that they were supposed to be guarding me. Kids, I mean. Not stories.

I don't know what happened. One minute, I'm eating cereal in the kitchen, the next, I'm here. I decide to look around. There's a weird poster on the wall beside me - it looks like the surface of the moon, but with these weird red plant thingys hanging down. I examine it, though, to sketch down when I get my bag back. It really looks cool. The artist had to be a master when it came to shading - it looked so real, as if it wasn't a poster at all, but a window to an entirely different universe.

A door opens, and I snap my head around. A red-haired little girl wearing a strainer on her head and a scowl on her face was talking to a blonde girl who held an air of maturity around herself that made me want to call her a woman despite her age. I couldn't help but lean forwards a little as their conversation reached my ears.

"- found her unconscious in the middle of one of the main hallways. She doesn't seem to be much of a threat, but I locked her up just in case."

"Eye. Teenagers-ya can't trust em'. Might be a spy, tryin' to catch us defenceless by making' herself seem like a weenie. Did ja' have her battle ready armor removed?"

"No. Oddly enough, she wasn't wearing any battle ready armor. Just this weird tank top thingy. She did have a purse, though-we're having a couple of the boys from sector H go through it for potential weaponry."

"Oy! No girls checkin' it out?"

"No. The girls from sector H are having a bit of a spa day- girls night out, ya know? I think they deserve a bit of a break after the whole water park incident."

"Eye. That they do. SOLDIERS!"

The two boys who were supposed to be guarding me jerked awake, accidentally hitting their heads against the bars to my little prison. I flinched. That had to hurt. The blonde girl nodded curtly to the two boys standing guard.

" Good evening, gentlemen. I assume our prisoner hasn't been any trouble?"

"Uhhh..."

The dark skinned guard elbowed his light-haired companion, who was still obviously trying to wake up from his nap despite the rude awakening.

"She hasn't been any trouble at all. She's unconscious, remember?"

The dark skinned guard slapped his face.

"She knows that, you dolt. Try to be a little less of a dummy, she's our leader!"

"... the prisoner's our leader?"

This time, the dark skinned guard slapped his companion's head rather than his own face.

"Owww..."

"I apologize for numbah 34. He's new."

"I thought my name was Cody..."

Dark skinned guard hit Cody again. Blonde girl cleared her throat while red head glared at the two boys. All three stood to attention with a respect I have rarely seen even amongst my own peers...which isn't saying much, but considering these were tweens, still a remarkable feat.

"Numbah 32, numbah 86 and I were wondering if our prisoner was ready for interrogation."

The dark skinned guard-numbah 32- glanced back at me, and nodded to blonde girl.

" She seems fully conscious. Go ahead."

Numbah 32 took out a large key ring and unlocked my prison, holding open the door for the two girls. Cody came in and untied me from the chair, keeping the bonds around my hands and the gag in my mouth in place. I stood up and stretched a little, smiling at Cody through the gag to show my gratitude. I may have been a prisoner, but I would treat these children who didn't act like children as though they were my hosts and I were their guest. I could only hope to save them from whatever gang that they had gotten themselves involved with. But that would take patience. For now, I followed the blonde girl who seemed like a woman while the young red haired Scottish general followed me with a weird gun pointed at my back. We walked down the hall towards the door, and I glanced back, lifting my bound hands to wave at the kind boys who watched over me while I slept. I was met with confused gazes before the red haired girl shoved the gun in my back and told me to keep moving. So I turned my head to see in front of me...

And was met with an unbelievable sight.