Wil
When I was a baby, my adoptive parents had a bunch of I.Q. tests done that said I some kind of wunderkind. In fact, I could read, write and do basic arithmetic when I was three years old. My parents have always been proud of that fact.
In my dreams I see the world that will be. I see the cities turned to rubble. I see the enemy ships soaring over head. I see my birth parents fighting a group of these alien invaders. There is another man next to them, fighting two of them at once, not an easy feat considering he's only got the one arm. I can't tell why he won't just shoot or stab them; he has a 9 millimeter in his holster and a k-bar in a sheath on his belt. One of them has what looks like a miniature ice pick in his hand. He's running towards my father. And then I wake up.
When I told my parents about the dream they were shocked that I somehow knew I was adopted. They had never told me before. They said that the Lord had somehow told me. When I asked them what they thought the rest of the dream meant, they just shrugged their shoulders and looked blankly at me.
I was born in 2001 and am currently ten years old. Last month, my family kicked me out of the house. They were afraid of me. They said that the devil had made me and that I couldn't be allowed in their house. You see, a month ago I woke up looking… different than I had the night before. Older, actually. A good ten years older.
At first, they thought I was some stranger who had kidnapped their son. But I managed to prove that I was the same boy by telling them things only someone in our family would know. I don't think they believed it until they had blood tests done that showed that I was the same person. That's when they kicked me out for being "evil."
But it's not my fault! I didn't want this to happen! I just wanted to be a normal kid. I didn't want to be super smart or twice my age. Now I'm stuck here at the shelter. I hate this place. Luckily, though, there aren't many people here as I live in the middle of nowhere, Wyoming.
I have to find someone to help me. Then again no one in their right mind would believe a word of my story. I just hope I can get wherever I need to go. I think I'll head southeast, towards Oklahoma. I hear it's nice there and has plenty of small towns where people can hide out. I might try Norman, where they have that university. I could probably get a job there. I'm "old enough" now and certainly smart enough. I just feel like I'm being led there, like I have to go. I hope I'm not just losing my mind.