I rescued Hattie and Savannah three years ago when I was eleven. I used to be in a family of seven (including me) of bird kids. They were called Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy and little Angel. Max, Fang and Iggy were fourteen, Nudge was eleven (she was the same age as me), Gazzy (or Gasman) was eight and Angel was six. We were looking for the files when we came across a lab with rows and rows full of kids in cages. Most of them were already experimented on; the youngest in there were at least two years old. We were opening all the cages letting them out. And that is when I met Hattie. Hattie was so scared, she didn't want to move, and was in a little ball with her light brown wings curled around her protectively in the corner of the cage, her big brown eyes staring frightened at me. I held out my hand and a coaxed her out. We didn't have much time and the alarms were crying out so loudly it was deafening. We were about to leave, we were running for the exit, Hattie was curled up in my arms, she was so light I could barely feel her, but as we running I heard a wail. A baby's cry, it was crying for help. I halted suddenly, and the Gasman noticed and shouted back at me,

"Krystal! Come on! We don't have much time!"

"I-I need to do something!"

I ran back and followed the sounds of the wailing, I came across a room and I kicked it open with my foot since my hands were full. The room was empty, apart from a skinny baby, in a tiny dog crate. I went over to her and saw a label on the dog crate saying 'Savannah'. I couldn't carry Savannah and Hattie at the same time. I searched around in desperation and saw a baby carrier on the desk and a baby nappy pack. Savannah obviously had come in recently. I gently put down Hattie and picked up the baby and put her in the baby carrier. I strapped the baby carrier on my back, picked up Hattie and the pack of nappies (I thought I'd need those!) and ran outside in the nick of time. Max and the flock were all waiting there for me; Fang came over and carried Hattie while I carried Savannah on my back.

I looked after Savannah and Hattie every day. I changed the nappies, played with them, taught them to fly (I had a little help with Iggy and Fang), but one day, Max had enough. She said it was so much stress having little ones in our family and we're going to put them in danger since we're always being attacked by Erasers almost every day, we had a fight.

"Krystal! They're going to have to go!"

"Never! They're family! I rescued them!

"Max, calm down, have some sleep and you'll be as right as rain tomorrow, just please think about what you're doing here!" Fang said.

"Well I can't get to sleep with that baby waking me up every five minutes of the night!" she snapped.

"Please Max please!" I begged, "Don't do this to me!"

"No! I'm standing firm! They are going if you like it or not!"

"Well if they leave, I leave." I said

But Max still didn't give in, so that night I left. I made a tree house in a forest made out of planks of wood I stole from various places; it was in a tree so high, the only way to get up there was too fly. It has two rooms: a bedroom with three beds and a kitchen; it also has a balcony but I'm not sure if that counts as a room or not! I made a six feet barrier around the perimeter (apart from the balcony) so Savannah wouldn't fall out because she doesn't really know how to fly properly yet. It also has a secret room under the tree house with a secret trapdoor. Inside there is food, and three cheap mattresses and a secret door to escape. Anyway, I left Fang a note telling him where I was and why I left. I told him not to tell Max where I was, it was our secret. So he comes when he can to babysit Savannah when I go out.

"Krystal!" Hattie said. I shook my head to break the daydream.

"Yeah?" I smiled.

"I know this might sound weird but, I was just thinking about family and I thought of Max."

My throat tightened and I swallowed.

"And the thing is," she continued, "when will we see them again?"

"I don't know," I said honestly, "I don't know..."