I sat in my lounge chair, staring up at the stars. It was a perfect New Mexico evening. The softest whisper of a breeze ruffled through my long brown hair and I breathed in deeply, enjoying the savory aroma of a steak cooking on a grill nearby. My best friend, Isabel Evans, tells me I look like the quintessential girl next door. But that just couldn't be further from the truth. My name is Liz Guerin. And I am anything but the normal girl down the street. Truth is, I am anything but normal, period.

First of all, my foster father, Hank Guerin, took me in when I was 6. I don't remember very much of my life before that. I do remember walking through the desert. I felt like I was searching for someone, but if I was, I never found them. Instead, I was found. By Sheriff James Valenti. And eventually, of course, I was put into foster care and ended up with Hank.

My biggest wish is that somehow, someday, I'll find someone else like me. Because then I won't be alone anymore. I won't be the only one.

The only what?, you ask. Well, before I answer that, I should warn you. Roswell is not the sort of town a person would want to be different in. And I, Liz Guerin, am about as different as different can be. Because unlike the rest of the people in this town, I am not from around here. I don't really know exactly where I come from. But I do know one thing. I'm not from Roswell. I wasn't born. I was.....hatched. I know you're probably yanking out your hair as you scream, or maybe you're running for the phone to call a shrink. Please don't. I'm not crazy. I'm just......not human. I came out of some sort of pod 10 years ago. It was hidden in a cave, in the middle of the desert. When I came out of the pod, I looked like a normal 6 year old girl. Long brown hair, deep brown eyes. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not green and slimy with bulging eyes. I look just like everyone else. The only real difference I've found is that, well, I have these sort of, powers.

Before you start to freak out, let me explain. I can.......do things.....make things happen.....just by thinking about them. Let me give you an example. Suppose I found a dollar on the street. And I took that dollar and put it in my pocket. And let's just say, for this example, I went into a store and found something I really wanted, but that something was $10 and I only had the dollar in my pocket. I could....change....the dollar bill into a ten dollar bill just by thinking about it. Another example I could give.....I buy clear nail polish. Not because I like clear nail polish, but because it's the cheapest kind to buy. And because I can change it into any color I want. I can also change my appearance. If I want to see what I'd look like as a blond, say, I don't have to go bleaching my hair to find out......I just think it and I have blond hair. Pretty kewl, huh?

But there is a downside. Like I said earlier, Roswell is not the kind of town you want to be different in. I've kept my secret for ten long years. And being different in Roswell is really lonely. I would give just about anything to have one really great friend that I could be totally honest with. Isabel is my best friend in the whole world. But I haven't even shared my secret with her. I haven't told anyone, ever. And I probably never will. It's just too dangerous.