To make people as unconfused as possible, I will add this note.

Freddi is not the main character, she doesn't narrate the whole story. At the beginning, it tells you who narrates the story. This is Scarlett's narration.

Okay, that's all I have! Have fun reading!!!

2. Scarlett.

I very much enjoyed the city. I fit in.

Of course, it didn't hurt that I was fourteen, taller than many girls (therefore looking older), looked completely normal, and could feel and read others' emotions.

Sometimes my gift was annoying, sometimes it helped me, but it was always who I was.

I sort of hated going to the beach. I couldn't go in the water, or anywhere for that matter, without a loose T-shirt or hoodie on. But I had a high tolerance for heat and cold, so it didn't matter that much.

The sand was pale yellow, almost white in the afternoon sun, and matched my curly hair I had pulled into a disobedient ponytail. But even as I sat near the breaking waves, I running my fingers through the sand, listening to the emotions of everyone around me, I forgot what I loved about the city.

There were all types of people there. A small child was jumping through the breaking waves as a watchful mother stood by. The child had an aura of excitement, of happiness. A couple boys played soccer, tackling each other when they didn't agree. Some teens were trying to start a volleyball game.

I looked back to the ocean. Far out, where people were floating over unbroken waves, a boy was swimming. He looked about seventeen years old, and had chocolate brown hair with sun-streaks in it. There was nothing strange about him, except that even from this distance, I could tell he was worried. His strange sense of trying to blend in didn't match the other auras around him. There would have been nothing strange about him, except he kept rolling his shoulders, and some other muscles that normal humans didn't possess, under his wet T-shirt.

I stood, and splashed into the water. I knew that motion well, well enough to know who that boy was. I was ecstatic to find another here! I knew others existed, but to find an actual other one! I felt around for his emotions again, and they were there, loud and clear. Among the excitement, and the joy, he was trying to blend in, he was afraid of getting caught.

I swam over to him, and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the crowds. A new emotion washed over him; surprise, and knowing.

"Hello, angel," he told me. I knew he wasn't flirting. He was stating a fact. "Scarlett, am I right?"

I dropped his arm. "Yes. Normal teenager 101; don't stretch your wings constantly. It arises suspicion."

The boy laughed. "Right you are, Scarlett. Right you are."