Enjoy! :) I just read the book and saw the movie (both were great!) so I decided to add my take on number 8 and who that should be.

Three Are Dead. Number four was next. They almost got him but failed. He teamed up with number six and they are searching for the rest of us. This is my story on how they found me.

I am Number 8.

"Get up!" I shot up and looked at Micheal "What?" I asked in a sharp tone. "We Have To go. They spotted you." his eyes were dark with seriousness. "Okay. But how did they find me?" I asked jumping up packing my things. "Your Long hair! You should really cut that mane of yours! God." he snapped. Micheal. My protector or whatever the hell you call them. He was thoughtful he really cared about me even if he didn't show it some times. "What What How?" I asked. "Apparently a strand of it fell out while you were bloody hanging around your friends laughing goofing like your not in danger!" he yelled. "Well excuse me for not living living the way you want me to!" I snapped. "whatever we don't have time for this out on some clothes were leaving now." I grabbed my bag and looked one last time at my room. This Would be the last time I see it. I looked at myself in the mirror. My wild blonde curls, my bright green blue eyes, and my semi pale skin. Who am I ?

I am Jamie Johnson , I'm Fourteen years old, And I am number 8.

"hey Jamie wake up we are here." I looked up at the abandoned house. It was blue. A very ugly shade of blue. It had vines running all across it. "where are we?" I asked. "Albany City, Minnesota." he said with a dull look on his face. I laughed a little. I got out the red truck and got my bag. And walked in. "okay so you go to school no activities. No debate team no soccer NOTHING!" Micheal said to me. "okay I got it..." I said. I walked up the creaking stairs to see my new room. It was blue the ugly shade of blue on the front of the house. Perfect. I thought laying on the bed. " I cant live this life anymore." I thought aloud.

"And what is your name sweetheart?" the lady ant the front desk asked. "um Jamie Johnson." I said quickly "okay here is your schedule and you have a nice first day." "thank you ma'am" I smiled at her and walked off.

LATER.

I walked to my locker and on my way home. "bye Jamie." said my new friend Maria. "bye." I said quietly and smiled at her. Then I walked down the side walk. It smelled like rain and gasoline. I put in my head phones and continued walking. I was still walking and in the corner of my eye was a blue pickup truck. It was following me. I turned around a little and saw. It was a boy driving. He had blond hair. A blonde girl next to him and then a scrawny brunette kid with a dog. I walked faster as the truck sped up. I walked so fast that I was on the verge of running. The two blonde teens got out of the car to come after me. They must be with the enemy. I thought. I reached in my pocket to get my daggers. My hands turned a bright blue as I was angered. I started running. They ran after me. This angered me so much I turned around and shot my bright blue daggers. They both jumped. And they looked at me in awe. I lifted both of them up but they set themselves back down. I jumped over both of their heads and ran back to the school. They ran after me. "STOP We just want to talk!" the blonde girl said. I turned around. "Talk? I'm Done fucking Talking. Every time someone wants to talk I end up moving to another state changing my name!" I snapped. My hands flashed bright blue light again as It almost hit the girl. She ran up to me and grabbed my arm twisting it back. I easily slipped out of her grip and ran home. They got in there car and drove off. I finally reached the ugly blue house. And I kicked down the door. I ran into the house. "MICHEAL I WAS JUST BLOODY ATTACKED BY THESE TWO TEENAGERS I D-" I was cut of by the sight. The two blond kids and the nerd boy the dog and Micheal were sitting at the table. "those are the teenagers that attacked me!" I explained to Micheal. "calm down there here to help... the are Numbers too."

"what?" I asked obviously confused. "Yea. I'm John... Number Four." said the tall blonde boy. "And I'm Jane... Number Six." I looked at them some more. John stuck out his had for me to shake it. I looked at his hand and shook it nervously.

"I'm Jamie... Number Eight."