TheMockingjay12 here with a new chapter and Pittacus Lore to do the disclaimer!

Pittacus Lore: Aren't I supposed to be dead? Wait. Is this heaven? No, if this was heaven I wouldn't be tied to a chair in a dark closet.

Me: What he means is if this were heaven I wouldn't be here becauEe I'm not dead! He's definenitly not tied to a chair in my basement closet, right Pittacus?

Pittacus: No, I think this might be hell. You do kind of resemble the devi-

Me: SHUT UP AND DO THE STINKIN DISCLAIMER BEFORE I SHOVE MY PITCHFORK DOWN YOUR THROAT!

Pittacus: Okay, okay! This she-devil does not own anything because it all belongs to me.


I've finally gotten to an airport after hitch hiking across two towns. Convenently enough, there was a plane ticket to Jamaica in the back pocket of my extra pair of pants. Mylandria must of put it there before she,well, you know. It still pains me to think about that, so instead whenever I'm on the brink of tears I think about all the good times we had. Us having our first Christmas when I was nine, us singing off key into our hairbrushes one morning before school, walking around every new town we went to. I remember that the first October 31st on earth, when I was 5, she was freaking out the entire evening, thinking the Mogs had sent a bunch of tiny little monsters to scare us. I still laugh at that memory.

I've been waiting for my plane for what seems like hours. Finally they call my flight and I rush to the boarding platform. I take my seat and wait for lift off.

As we soar through the sky I think about what lies ahead. How will I find the Bents? What if when I find them they refuse to help me? How would they react to an alien their home? You know, I've always hated that term. Alien. On Lorein humans would be referred to as aliens. We are not aliens. We are people from a different place. We have feelings,we have lives, family, friends. I'm sure even Mogadorians feel things and care about things, after all they're living creatures, too. Alien. Such a loosely used term. Americans call Mexicans aliens, yet they never realize that they too are aliens, even here on Earth. I hate it when people make jokes about how if they ever see an alien they'll kill it. Does that mean if they see someone from a different place, they'll kill them? And I notice how they always say "it", not him or her or them. It. As if we are an object. A thing to be bought and sold. An item. One time, in 5th grade, a boy was telling me about how when he grew up he was going to become an astronaut so that he could find other planets and kill all of the aliens there, because he was so sure they would be hideous monsters that would invade Earth and kill all the humans. I snapped

"Wouldnt that make you a hideous monster too?! Invading a different planet and doing what you think they would do? That would be like a man coming intomy ourhouses and killing you and your family, just because he assumed you would do the same to him!" I had shouted at him.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a man ask, "Is this the flight to Puerto Rico?"

"No. It's the flight to Jamaica," I replied.

He looked around then said, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yeah," I replied, confused.

"How did she know I was thinking that?Did I say it aloud? No, I'm positive I didn't. Freaky."

That's when I realized what had happened. I had read his mind,I gotmy first legacy.

About 2 seconds later, a million different thoughts bombarded my head in the most agonizing way. I slammed my eyes shut and bit down on my arm to keep from crying out.

Does he miss me yet?

Do I have spinach in my teeth?

Whats that smell?

Will that hot chick ever call me?

Have I taken my meds yet today?

What time is it?

I can't wait to see my family again, mon.

I can't tell what thoughts are mine anymore. I try to think of why Mylandria told me about containing my legacies, which is hard with all these things invading my mind. I think of something after about half an hour. Be calm. Don't freak out. Just clear your mind and go to your happy place. After doing that, you should be able to control it.

So that's what I do. I think of me in that small, T-shaped house with my grandparents at age 4, and I find that I can control it this power is actually pretty cool! I zoom in on all these people's petty thoughts about how they look, if there BF/GF will ever call them, what theyre gonna wear in Jamaica when I get one thought that interested me from a dark skinned man in his mid-forties,

I can't wait to see Romeo, Gardenia, and Precious.


Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it! If you've been paying attention to past chapters you should know why that thought interests her. Please R&R!

TheMockingjay12