I Am Number Five

Just do it, I promise it isn’t supposed to be sad.

So I came back on today, and actually saw I had a few people who missed me and wanted to Roleplay again. So I decided I should come back, and that some people actually like the idea of my account. Again guys, I’m an OC. Don’t just assume my character is like the real Five.

I was still shocked that this boy offered to help me. Who was he? That didn’t even seem to really matter at the moment. What mattered was why he cared enough to offer his help. ‘Maybe he’s just a nice person, BJ. Stop being so paranoid…!’ I thought. I couldn’t help but snap at him, or get defensive. I know I have very little social skills… I was used to just thinking things to myself; not talking to another person.

I kept walking towards the old building that was set for demolition soon. No one knew I was staying here; besides this boy. I shook my head frantically as he spoke of a hospital. “I don’t like hospitals.” I added on, calming, afterwards. I actually had never been inside a hospital before. I just knew it wouldn’t be wise for an alien to sit there, and let them take blood tests.

I made sure to blend in with the shadows, when I could. That may have just been my paranoia, again, however. “Do you have a name?” I asked, turning into another ally way. I slowly climbed onto the dumpster, and grabbed the ladder with one arm. This would be fun. I grunted and began climbing up the ladder, slowly. I’d usually be up there by now. “I’m BJ.” I said, letting out a hiss of air as I bumped my shoulder on the railing of the fire escape. I pushed the window open and jumped inside, looking around at the small place I was calling home.

"No, no-one else, just… me," she responds, "but the building is destined for demolition, so it’s no surprise that no-one else is here, really, if you think about it."

"Oh, okay, so we’re by ourselves," I say more than I ask, "then…. you’re an orphan?"

"Yes, along with a whole bunch of others like me." She says, as if she’s hinting to something, something that I know more about than she realises.

"Oh, right; why are you living here? You seem like you’re capable of taking and doing what you want, when you want, and it seems like you can take more damage than the "average" person."

"I like to be alone, so yeah, I live here."

"Well, now that I give it some thought, I know of a place you can go, and since this, um, "building" is destined to be taken down, you can come with me, if you want."

She looks at me as if I’m crazy, but then her expression slowly changes to one of consideration, as if she’s actually thinking of accepting my “offer”. “Hmmm, okay, yeah, I’m up for it, if you actually are.”

"Oh, alright, yeah, you just need to gather your things, whatever they may be, and meet me outside, unless you need my help." I finish the statement flatly, since I’m hoping she declines.

"No, no, I’ll be fine." She replies, much to my joy.

"Alrighty then, I guess I’ll be outside then."

"Okay, I’ll be out soon."

I walk outside, scanning the streets, making sure we weren’t followed or tracked. When it seems clear, I climb down, then double-check, because I get the feeling we are being followed, but I don’t see anyone, at least I’m pretty sure I don’t.

After a little while, maybe ten, fifteen minutes, “BJ”, as she called herself, climbs down, and that’s when I decide to tell her my “name”, “I’m… John Joseph Jacobs, the third, but most people just call me Joseph, but I don’t mind what you call me really, I just hope you’ll call me “friend, for now.”

"Oh, right, I guess I’ll just go with the flow, and call you… Joe, hehe." She says, smiling.

"Coolio, guess we’ll be going then."

"Yeah, sure…" She says, looking back at the old hotel.

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Three days have passed since we left the city, and now we’re nearing the halfway mark, an old, broken down, unused gas station that still has plumbing, and some non-perishable supplies that I grab occasionally.

"We can stop here for some water, and food, if you’re hungry." I offer the food only because I’m used to not eating for long periods of time.

"Right, thanks." She breaths, a little exhausted.

I scan the area around us, making sure that we aren’t being followed by any Mogs, because no human would travel out here just to beat up some kids. The only problem is, since this place isn’t used frequently anymore, the grass has grown very tall and white, so it makes it hard to see anything that might be hiding in the grass. At least that’s what I would be saying if I was human, but I’m not, so I definitely notice the dark, tall, brooding figures standing in the field. Mogs. They’ve found me, and I wasn’t really expecting them because I’ve been in hiding, so I don’t have any of my weapons with me. When I realise that I may have to fight alone, BJ comes bursting out the doors, with a baseball bat, that I guess she found inside, and when she walks out those doors, she looks pissed, as if something happened inside that annoyed her. But then she continues past me, straight into the field of grass, and right up to one of the Mogs, and smacks him, square in the head.

SMACK!! (SMAck, SMack, Smack, Smack («<echo.)) The sound is so loud, I would’ve mistaken it for a gunshot, had I not seen it happen in front of me. But after the echo dies down, all hell breaks loose, with Mog canon fire zooming at me, and BJ, from all sorts of directions. I duck down immediately, trying to avoid getting shot, and then crawl forwards as fast as I can, trying to make my way to BJ. When I get to her, she’s seething with rage, looking around frantically, probably for her next victim. In that instant, I realise that she’s a Loric, just like me, but I’m not sure what her number is, but guessing that Four was killed around nine months ago, and considering the number of Mogs that seem to be here, I’m assuming that she’s number Five.

"Hey! Are you number Five?!?" I yell over the hell that is the gunfire.

"Yes, you dunce!" She yells angrily, "and I’m going to make these fucking bastards pay for what they did to my home!"

"OUR home!" I say, thinking what our next move should be.

"Our?" She questions, "then, you’re Loric?"

"Yes!" I confirm, "now we just need to plan our next move…"

BJ then starts charging forward, putting plans clear from her mind, and just acting on instinct. I decide to follow her lead, quite literally, and turn into my most instinctive form, a boar like creature, almost the size of a small bus, with armour plates covering it’s skin, shining in the bright sun, prepared for battle.

………. Once the last shot is fired, I relax my entire body, turning back into my usual self and lying(?) down, waiting for Five to turn up. After a couple of minutes, she lies(?) down next to me with a sigh of relief. “Well, guess we’re both Loric then.”

"Yeah, guess so," I reply, "I’m Eight, just to let you know."

It hadn’t been a lie when I said I liked being alone. I couldn’t get others killed if I was alone. I remembered the boy I had traveled with for the past five years. I remembered his blue eyes and curly blonde hair. I remembered falling in love with him over the years… I remembered leaving in the middle of the night, realizing I didn’t want him to end up dead like the other people she had lost.

As the boy walked back outside, I pulled my shirt off to look at my shoulder. I took a wet rag and cleaned it off now dried blood. Pulling out the bullet was the fun part. I groaned and pulled it out quickly. I quickly began wrapping my shoulder in the old t-shirt. I grabbed my bag that was already packed and ready to go.

I climbed out the fire escape and jumped down, next to the boy. I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his name. Damn. I sort of felt bad. What parent would name their kid John Joseph Jacobs? “Oh, right, I guess I’ll just go with the flow, and call you.. Joe.” I chuckled a bit, giving a lopsided smile. Might as well make the best of this.

I looked back at the building one last time before we started walking. “So long…” I mumbled. I turned back and ran a bit to catch up with Joe. “So,” I began. “Do you like Green Day?

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It had been three days since I met and began traveling with this boy. He was something else alright. He was a real jokester, I had learned. He liked to kid around a lot.

I was kind of shocked that we found a gas station in the middle of nowhere. I panted softly as he said I could go inside real quick. This was training, in my mind. I needed to get used to this… As I walked inside, I looked around. I began shoving granola bars in my backpack. My brown eyes snapped to the counter, as I saw something move. I looked around, and grabbed a baseball bat.

Mogs. They found me. I swung hard, bashing its head in before it could see me. I let out a small yell of pain. The wound in my right shoulder opened up again… Damn it. I ran outside, remembering the boy who was with me now. I couldn’t let this kid die. Not on my watch.

I ran right past the boy, into the tall grass. I swung again as hard as I could. I wished I had my legacies, right about now. It would same me the pain from my shoulder. I looked around; not even bothered by the ash covering my shoes; which I usually would have been.

As I kept trying to fight off the Mogs, I tried to keep an eye on the boy. My eyebrows went up as he asked if I was number five. “Yes, you dunce!!” I yelled at him, before bashing in another Mogadorian skull. “And I’m going to make these fucking bastards pay for what they did to my home!” I yelled, narrowing my eyes at the rest of them. Honestly, I don’t remember what happen after that. My rage took over and I blacked out.

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As I dropped down next to what I learned was number Eight, I groaned. I hadn’t had to fight like that in a long, long time. Training with those gangsters didn’t do anything compared to this. “Well, guess we’re both Loric, then.” I said.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He said. “I’m Eight, just to let you know.”

I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment. I could almost hear the bombs again as they went off, all those years ago. The bombs that killed my family. The bombs that took my parent’s lives, along with my baby brother’s.

I got up slowly, looking around. “We can’t stay here. They’ll find us.” I held my hand out to him. “Do you know where the others are?” I asked.

BJ’s eyes opened wide. Her mother’s voice could still be heard booming through her mind; pounding in her thoughts. Amber’s thundering words in the background, followed by Deborah’s false accusations and insults. The words had been haunting her nonstop. She didn’t think they would ever go away. They came to her every time she finally had a peace in mind. Maybe a positive thought, or a simple ‘I think I look good today’ was ruined by their cruel insults. Even in dreams. That was when it was the worst. She could see her mother’s face as she spoke, throwing empty beer bottles. Amber and Deborah’s proud smirk once they saw her teary eyes. That is what caused her to wake up. Her face was already tear streaked, eyes red and puffy. What time was it? BJ didn’t care. Probably two, maybe three or four in the morning? But she didn’t think she was going back to sleep anytime soon. ‘You’re worthless,’ the voice said. ‘You’re a mistake,’ said another. ‘Nobody loves you. It’s all just pity. You’re pathetic.’ The thoughts tormented her brain until she had enough. She got up from her bed and ran for the bathroom.

Of course, she wouldn’t think to call anyone. It was late. No one would answer their phones, let alone come over and help her. Like her mom said, no one even loved her, right? BJ hid herself away, locking the door behind her. She had hoped she hadn’t woken younger sister. But to her displeasure, the six year old hesitantly knocked on the door. She was half asleep, but that didn’t stop her from wondering what was going on. “Beejay?” She asked softly. “Why are you in the bathroom?” The older sibling’s head whipped towards the closed door, and away from her hand, where her single hidden blade now lay. So close… ‘Dammit…’ she thought, taking a deep, shaky breath before answering. “I’m /fine/, Izzy. Go to sleep.” She muttered, failing to let her voice stay steady. The little girl bit her lip on the other side. Something clearly wasn’t right. And she knew it. But what was she to do? She asked the only person she could. Her daddy. Or the closest thing she could get to one, anyways.

Castiel was asleep, legs and arms sprawled out over the bed, one arm draped over his beauce shepard, Demon. His sleepy eyelids fluttered open at the sound of his phone blaring a loud rock song. ‘Why didn’t I shut the dumb thing off?’ he thought, groaning as he reached over and tried to grab his cell. It took several attempts for him to actually grab the phone, but he was able to snatch it before the call went to voicemail. “What do you want, it’s three in the morning!” Castiel muttered through the phone, not even bothering to check who it was. Any normal person would have the sense to wait till morning. Nothing could be that important to disturb him from his beauty sleep. But he was so very wrong.

“Daddy? I’m scared,” whispered little Isabella’s voice. His eyes bolted open. “Iz? What’s wrong?” He asked, toning his voice a little gentler for the young girl who deemed herself his ‘daughter’. “It’s BJ. She was crying. A-and she ran into the bathroom. She won’t let me in.” She said quietly. Cas bit his lip. This couldn’t be good. Especially after what he saw when he first told her he was in love with her. He let out a sigh and sat up, responding quickly before hanging up: “Don’t worry. I’ll be right over.”

After about fifteen to twenty minutes, Castiel was running up the stairs to BJ’s apartment. Sure he had two different shoes on—both of which annoyingly being made fit for the left foot—, messy red haired bed head, and tired eyes, but honestly his outfit didn’t seem like much a priority at the time. He knocked on the door impatiently, before it was unlocked and opened. Izzy stared up at him with her big brown eyes, watering a bit. “She keeps on crying. I can hear her through the door,” she whispered. Cas knelt down and kissed her head. “She’s gonna be okay. You go back to bed,” he responded, earning a nod from the small child as she walked over to her pink-colored bedroom. He watched as she walked away before darting over down the hall and towards the bathroom. “BJ?!” Castiel asked, knocking heavily on the door. The sixteen year old’s teary eyes grew wide. Cas? How could he be here? How could he know?! He always seemed to know when she was down. Because whenever she felt like quitting, he came to her rescue. “I already told Izzy. I’m fine, Cas,” she whispered, already knowing he wasn’t going to buy it. He never did. “Don’t give me that crap, BJ. I know you’re not fine. Now open the door before I kick it down.”

Hesitantly, BJ slowly got up from being seated on the toilet seat. Blood was dripping down her legs as she walked towards the door, and slowly unlocked it. Castiel watched as the knob turned on the other side, and the door opened. He looked around the bathroom. Pants tossed on the floor. A blade taken out of a pencil sharpener lay on the side of the sink. And fresh blood stained her thighs. BJ refused to look him in the eyes. She knew she would only get one thing by looking into them—guilt. She knew how much it hurt him to see her like this. Which was why she hadn’t been planning on telling him. Cas shut his eyes tightly and sighed. He walked inside the bathroom and shut the door. “Come on.” He mumbled, walking towards the toilet. She nodded slightly, so small it was almost unnoticeable, and followed him. “Sit,” he commanded, in which she followed again and sat on the toilet seat cover. Castiel knelt on the floor and looked up at her.

“What happened?” Castiel asked softly. She looked down and mumbled the words. “My mom…a-and Amber…a-nd Deb…” Beatrice answered, unable to say anything more. Castiel shut his eyes tightly. Of course. He shook his head and grabbed a wet towel, carefully trying to clean the cuts on her thighs, and whatever blood that dripped from them. It took a while, but they were all cleaned up. He helped her stand up and looked her in the eye. She knew what he wanted her to do. “Are you gonna do it, or do you want me to?” He asked, arching his red eyebrows. “I-I think I can do it.” Castiel nodded and stepped aside. BJ sighed shakily and grabbed the piece of sharp metal. She stared at it for a few seconds before letting it drop into the toilet. He watched as it plopped into the water before pulling the knob and flushing it down. She had no idea, but he was so proud at her for having done that. He knew it must have been tough.

Castiel helped her get to her room and back into bed. Some sleep would do her some good. Beatrice didn’t even bother trying to put her pants back on. It would hurt too much to try. So she climbed into bed just like that, in her boxer shorts and Green Day tee. She didn’t think this was gonna do much. She wasn’t even sure she could go back to sleep after that nightmare. Castiel sat next to her on the bed and looked down at the sheets. He knew he’d have to say something. “You know they’re lying. Or at least, I hope you do,” he glanced over at her, grabbing her hand and gently pressing his lips against her knuckles. She stared up at him, her face still blotchy and red, stained from tears. “I swear, you’re the prettiest girl I know. You aren’t fat. You aren’t stupid. And you absolutely are loved. Hell, if it wasn’t for your sister worrying about you, I wouldn’t have been here.” He whispered, chuckling almost silently. “Point is, don’t listen to them. Don’t you dare ever give in again. Cause that’s exactly what they want. I know you think you’re weak, but your not. Give them a taste of your medicine and kick some butt. I’ll be right there with you.,” he whispered, watching as her eyelids got heavy and she curled into his side. “I love you,” Castiel said one last time before she drifted to sleep. But he knew his words were successful once he noticed to small hint of a smile that lingered on the lips of her motionless body.

We have 150 days to go, and we will have our hands on The Revenge of Seven! It isn’t that far when can preoccupy ourselves with other stuff.

I was still shocked that this boy offered to help me. Who was he? That didn’t even seem to really matter at the moment. What mattered was why he cared enough to offer his help. ‘Maybe he’s just a nice person, BJ. Stop being so paranoid…!’ I thought. I couldn’t help but snap at him, or get defensive. I know I have very little social skills… I was used to just thinking things to myself; not talking to another person.

I kept walking towards the old building that was set for demolition soon. No one knew I was staying here; besides this boy. I shook my head frantically as he spoke of a hospital. “I don’t like hospitals.” I added on, calming, afterwards. I actually had never been inside a hospital before. I just knew it wouldn’t be wise for an alien to sit there, and let them take blood tests.

I made sure to blend in with the shadows, when I could. That may have just been my paranoia, again, however. “Do you have a name?” I asked, turning into another ally way. I slowly climbed onto the dumpster, and grabbed the ladder with one arm. This would be fun. I grunted and began climbing up the ladder, slowly. I’d usually be up there by now. “I’m BJ.” I said, letting out a hiss of air as I bumped my shoulder on the railing of the fire escape. I pushed the window open and jumped inside, looking around at the small place I was calling home.

"No, no-one else, just… me," she responds, "but the building is destined for demolition, so it’s no surprise that no-one else is here, really, if you think about it."

"Oh, okay, so we’re by ourselves," I say more than I ask, "then…. you’re an orphan?"

"Yes, along with a whole bunch of others like me." She says, as if she’s hinting to something, something that I know more about than she realises.

"Oh, right; why are you living here? You seem like you’re capable of taking and doing what you want, when you want, and it seems like you can take more damage than the "average" person."

"I like to be alone, so yeah, I live here."

"Well, now that I give it some thought, I know of a place you can go, and since this, um, "building" is destined to be taken down, you can come with me, if you want."

She looks at me as if I’m crazy, but then her expression slowly changes to one of consideration, as if she’s actually thinking of accepting my “offer”. “Hmmm, okay, yeah, I’m up for it, if you actually are.”

"Oh, alright, yeah, you just need to gather your things, whatever they may be, and meet me outside, unless you need my help." I finish the statement flatly, since I’m hoping she declines.

"No, no, I’ll be fine." She replies, much to my joy.

"Alrighty then, I guess I’ll be outside then."

"Okay, I’ll be out soon."

I walk outside, scanning the streets, making sure we weren’t followed or tracked. When it seems clear, I climb down, then double-check, because I get the feeling we are being followed, but I don’t see anyone, at least I’m pretty sure I don’t.

After a little while, maybe ten, fifteen minutes, “BJ”, as she called herself, climbs down, and that’s when I decide to tell her my “name”, “I’m… John Joseph Jacobs, the third, but most people just call me Joseph, but I don’t mind what you call me really, I just hope you’ll call me “friend, for now.”

"Oh, right, I guess I’ll just go with the flow, and call you… Joe, hehe." She says, smiling.

"Coolio, guess we’ll be going then."

"Yeah, sure…" She says, looking back at the old hotel.

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Three days have passed since we left the city, and now we’re nearing the halfway mark, an old, broken down, unused gas station that still has plumbing, and some non-perishable supplies that I grab occasionally.

"We can stop here for some water, and food, if you’re hungry." I offer the food only because I’m used to not eating for long periods of time.

"Right, thanks." She breaths, a little exhausted.

I scan the area around us, making sure that we aren’t being followed by any Mogs, because no human would travel out here just to beat up some kids. The only problem is, since this place isn’t used frequently anymore, the grass has grown very tall and white, so it makes it hard to see anything that might be hiding in the grass. At least that’s what I would be saying if I was human, but I’m not, so I definitely notice the dark, tall, brooding figures standing in the field. Mogs. They’ve found me, and I wasn’t really expecting them because I’ve been in hiding, so I don’t have any of my weapons with me. When I realise that I may have to fight alone, BJ comes bursting out the doors, with a baseball bat, that I guess she found inside, and when she walks out those doors, she looks pissed, as if something happened inside that annoyed her. But then she continues past me, straight into the field of grass, and right up to one of the Mogs, and smacks him, square in the head.

SMACK!! (SMAck, SMack, Smack, Smack («<echo.)) The sound is so loud, I would’ve mistaken it for a gunshot, had I not seen it happen in front of me. But after the echo dies down, all hell breaks loose, with Mog canon fire zooming at me, and BJ, from all sorts of directions. I duck down immediately, trying to avoid getting shot, and then crawl forwards as fast as I can, trying to make my way to BJ. When I get to her, she’s seething with rage, looking around frantically, probably for her next victim. In that instant, I realise that she’s a Loric, just like me, but I’m not sure what her number is, but guessing that Four was killed around nine months ago, and considering the number of Mogs that seem to be here, I’m assuming that she’s number Five.

"Hey! Are you number Five?!?" I yell over the hell that is the gunfire.

"Yes, you dunce!" She yells angrily, "and I’m going to make these fucking bastards pay for what they did to my home!"

"OUR home!" I say, thinking what our next move should be.

"Our?" She questions, "then, you’re Loric?"

"Yes!" I confirm, "now we just need to plan our next move…"

BJ then starts charging forward, putting plans clear from her mind, and just acting on instinct. I decide to follow her lead, quite literally, and turn into my most instinctive form, a boar like creature, almost the size of a small bus, with armour plates covering it’s skin, shining in the bright sun, prepared for battle.

………. Once the last shot is fired, I relax my entire body, turning back into my usual self and lying(?) down, waiting for Five to turn up. After a couple of minutes, she lies(?) down next to me with a sigh of relief. “Well, guess we’re both Loric then.”

"Yeah, guess so," I reply, "I’m Eight, just to let you know."

It hadn’t been a lie when I said I liked being alone. I couldn’t get others killed if I was alone. I remembered the boy I had traveled with for the past five years. I remembered his blue eyes and curly blonde hair. I remembered falling in love with him over the years… I remembered leaving in the middle of the night, realizing I didn’t want him to end up dead like the other people she had lost.

As the boy walked back outside, I pulled my shirt off to look at my shoulder. I took a wet rag and cleaned it off now dried blood. Pulling out the bullet was the fun part. I groaned and pulled it out quickly. I quickly began wrapping my shoulder in the old t-shirt. I grabbed my bag that was already packed and ready to go.

I climbed out the fire escape and jumped down, next to the boy. I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his name. Damn. I sort of felt bad. What parent would name their kid John Joseph Jacobs? “Oh, right, I guess I’ll just go with the flow, and call you.. Joe.” I chuckled a bit, giving a lopsided smile. Might as well make the best of this.

I looked back at the building one last time before we started walking. “So long…” I mumbled. I turned back and ran a bit to catch up with Joe. “So,” I began. “Do you like Green Day?

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It had been three days since I met and began traveling with this boy. He was something else alright. He was a real jokester, I had learned. He liked to kid around a lot.

I was kind of shocked that we found a gas station in the middle of nowhere. I panted softly as he said I could go inside real quick. This was training, in my mind. I needed to get used to this… As I walked inside, I looked around. I began shoving granola bars in my backpack. My brown eyes snapped to the counter, as I saw something move. I looked around, and grabbed a baseball bat.

Mogs. They found me. I swung hard, bashing its head in before it could see me. I let out a small yell of pain. The wound in my right shoulder opened up again… Damn it. I ran outside, remembering the boy who was with me now. I couldn’t let this kid die. Not on my watch.

I ran right past the boy, into the tall grass. I swung again as hard as I could. I wished I had my legacies, right about now. It would same me the pain from my shoulder. I looked around; not even bothered by the ash covering my shoes; which I usually would have been.

As I kept trying to fight off the Mogs, I tried to keep an eye on the boy. My eyebrows went up as he asked if I was number five. “Yes, you dunce!!” I yelled at him, before bashing in another Mogadorian skull. “And I’m going to make these fucking bastards pay for what they did to my home!” I yelled, narrowing my eyes at the rest of them. Honestly, I don’t remember what happen after that. My rage took over and I blacked out.

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As I dropped down next to what I learned was number Eight, I groaned. I hadn’t had to fight like that in a long, long time. Training with those gangsters didn’t do anything compared to this. “Well, guess we’re both Loric, then.” I said.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He said. “I’m Eight, just to let you know.”

I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment. I could almost hear the bombs again as they went off, all those years ago. The bombs that killed my family. The bombs that took my parent’s lives, along with my baby brother’s.

I got up slowly, looking around. “We can’t stay here. They’ll find us.” I held my hand out to him. “Do you know where the others are?” I asked.

I was still shocked that this boy offered to help me. Who was he? That didn't even seem to really matter at the moment. What mattered was why he cared enough to offer his help. 'Maybe he's just a nice person, BJ. Stop being so paranoid...!' I thought. I couldn't help but snap at him, or get defensive. I know I have very little social skills... I was used to just thinking things to myself; not talking to another person.

I kept walking towards the old building that was set for demolition soon. No one knew I was staying here; besides this boy. I shook my head frantically as he spoke of a hospital. "I don't like hospitals." I added on, calming, afterwards. I actually had never been inside a hospital before. I just knew it wouldn't be wise for an alien to sit there, and let them take blood tests.

I made sure to blend in with the shadows, when I could. That may have just been my paranoia, again, however. "Do you have a name?" I asked, turning into another ally way. I slowly climbed onto the dumpster, and grabbed the ladder with one arm. This would be fun. I grunted and began climbing up the ladder, slowly. I'd usually be up there by now. "I'm BJ." I said, letting out a hiss of air as I bumped my shoulder on the railing of the fire escape. I pushed the window open and jumped inside, looking around at the small place I was calling home.

I don’t know why but I started liking the idea of Eight’s birthday being April 4th and Marina’s birthday being May 20

oh and Maybe Ella’s birthday is September 7, Nine’s is August 13, John was born on July 16 and Six November 30