A/N Sorry if the spacing is a bit messed up, I have a mac so when I convert the document to word it changes the layout. On with the story.

"Who is she?" whispered a voice from above me. A groan escaped my lips as I tried to wake up.

"No idea," responded a voice that sounded like a teenage girl and was filled with authority. I felt a hand reach out to touch my shoulder but my body wouldn't react to my mind telling me to run. "Don't touch her," said the same voice.

"She might hurt or lost," said a young male voice.

I opened my eyes to see six blurry figures and a little dog looming above me.

"What? who?" I blurted out.

"Hi, I'm Nudge! And this is-," a new voice said but, was cut off by the authoritative one.

"Nudge be quiet. You can talk to her later. First we have to get her somewhere safe."

"You've got a plan, right Max?" asked a little boy.

"There is always a plan," responded the authoritative one named Max, "Fang, make yourself useful and help me carry her." There was a grunt and then a dark haired boy leaned over me and lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing.

There was a tiny part of me that was telling me to run away, but my bones felt like jelly.

"Who the hell is she?" asked the dark haired boy, Fang.

"I don't know but she seems hurt. We need to help her," Responded Max. It was around then that I blacked out.

I woke to find a putrid smell that was probably killing my brain cells at an alarming rate.

"Eww Gazzy!" Cried the voice that belonged to Nudge.

"Sorry," Gazzy mumbled back.

"Why do you always have to do that? Go outside!" Nudge yelled.

"Why don't you go outside if you hate it so much?" Gazzy replied smartly.

"Both of you shut up," suggested Fang.

"No!" Screamed both Nudge and Gazzy.

"Suit yourself."

"Hey guys, I think she is waking up," interrupted a new voice. I slowly opened my eyes and propped myself up against a pillow. I was in a large room with a maze of old couches all facing different directions. Against one wall was a old T.V. with a VCR. The screen was filled static but the little girl sitting on a couch cushion seemed to be enjoying whatever show was on. The shag carpet was stained various colors and there was crumbs sprinkled over almost everything. The dark haired boy who had carried me was slumped on a plaid couch on the other side of the room eating popcorn from a green plastic bowl. Nudge and Gazzy were standing in the center of the room facing each other. Nudge's hands were balled into fists at her sides and Gazzy's face was turning beet red out of anger.

I began to question who had just spoken when a little black dog said, "Yup she is awake." I had seen animals like this but never out of a cage. I stared at him wide eyed. "Hello I'm Total. You look like you've seen a ghost. Are you okay?"

"You...talk?"

"Humph, don't act so surprised."

"I just didn't know there were any of you who didn't live in cages."

"Wait what?" said Fang, as he sprung up from his couch.

"I said, I thought talking animals were only found in cages."

Nudge and Gazzy seemed to forget their argument as they turned to look at me.

"What's going on in here?" asked a tall boy with light hair as he strolled into the room and fell onto a sickly yellow colored couch with a missing cushion.

"She..." Fang started.

"I'm Briar. I grew up in a cage with scientists and I ran away," I didn't know why I was telling these strangers this but I felt like I could trust them.

"Hi Briar, I'm Nudge. We grew up in cages too! And you know what else? We have wings and can fly! It's so much fun you should try it some time. Maybe you can fly too! Do you have wings? Mine are brown and speckled. I bet your wings are really pretty. You're really pretty you know?" Nudge yammered.

"Nudge be quiet," said a voice from the door way. I looked up to see a tall girl with short blond hair streaked with pink. Her chocolate brown eyes bore into mine. She wore a blue tee shirt that was a few sizes to small for her and tattered jeans.

"I was just being nice," Nudge muttered.

"You said you grew up in a cage? With scientists?" Max interrogated striding toward me.

"Um, yea. Should I have not said that?" I asked.

"No it's fine. Are you genetically engineered?" Max asked, standing over me.

"Um..."

"Are you...different?"

"Well, before you found me I had Ayre," I replied.

"What's Ayre?" Max asked.

"When I run fast I...sort of...fly," I stammered.

"Yay! We can fly together." Nudge Yelped running over to me.

"Well, it's not like that I sort of...Hover just above the ground and move really really fast. It was scary at first but now it's fun. I was first using it just before you found me," I explained. Max squinted at me lost in thought, "What?" I asked.

"I've seen kids like you. Ones that look normal, but have powers you can't see. The thing is, that they knew what they could do. You didn't until just recently right?" Max questioned. I nodded my head in response.

"Can we talk about this later?" The blond haired boy asked, "I'm hungry."

"Fine," Max sighed.

"I'll make mac and cheese," The blond haired boy called as he headed out of the room. The rest of the group followed him out of the room except for the little girl.

She rose from her spot in front of the television and walked over to me.

"Hi, I'm Angel," she said quietly, "I'm 7. And this is Celeste." Angel held up a little stuffed bear dressed like an angel.

"Nice to meet you Angel. Hi Celeste," I said.

A small smile spread across her face, "Do you want to come eat? Iggy makes amazing mac and cheese."

"Sure," I said rising off the couch. Although I felt a bit dizzy, I followed Angel out of the room. I felt like I could trust the little girl, Max I wasn't so sure about.

A/N Sorry for the shortness of my chapters. I'm attempting to write longer chapters.