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| �So this is my life� Miranda Harper thought to herself as she drove her car closer and closer to her final destination, Roswell, New Mexico. She drove along the highway in her crimson BMW M3 cab. Listening to her Gone in 60 second CD. Ever since she was a little kid she has always loved cars. She was the girl that spend her youth in the garage with they guys fixing up cars. �ok Miranda, lets review� she said to herself. �You are 18 years old and moving to Roswell, New Mexico for some god forsaken reason you don�t even know�. But yet she couldn�t shake the feeling of guilt and why? That is the question. ****FLASHBACK**** January 11th 1999 Miranda sat her fathers desk looking at the computer screen not believing her own eyes. She was looking at a file, not just any file, her file. It contained all her life, where and when she was found by her parents. Everything that has ever happened to her. And then she flipped to the next page she found her fathers diary and there they were in big letters, the questions she has been asking herself for the last 10 years. Why didn�t she ever get sick? Why was her bloodtype so different from everybody else's? How could she change things with the wave of a hand? Where does she come from? August 15th 1999 I�m afraid for my daughters life because I can answer these questions. I have always know that there was something different about her. And tonight she proved it to me when she threw the burglar through the kitchen window with such force that is completely inhuman and then she told me a lame ass story about a new move that Tac, one of my soldiers thought her in the self defense class. October 4th 1999 I took a bloodsample last night while she was sleeping and it turned out just as I suspected, completely NOT human. December 20th 1999 I came over some FBI files today at work. I couldn�t believe my own eyes, the test subjects had the same bloodtype as Miranda. There are more of them out..... �so now you know� a voice said and Miranda looked up and saw her father standing there. He was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets looking casual. Not a look that an Admiral of high defense should have, not when he found his daughter snooping around his desk. �what the hell is this� she said angry towards him and rose from the desk. �Miranda.......� he started but was interrupted by Miranda saying: �no, don�t......just don�t dad. You have files about ME, your own daughter� �I knew this day would come� He said and sat down on the leather couch. �what day? Dad what is all this� Miranda pleaded with her father. She was somewhere in between sad and pist off. Her father knew more about her then she did. Why didn�t he tell her before? Why did he let her go through not knowing who she really was instead of telling her and helping her. �the day you would find out who you really are� he answered. �what do you mean, who I really am?� Miranda asked. Her mind was spinning out of control, she felt like she couldn�t breath. Every breath was an accomplishment. She had to sit down before she would fall down. Her father hesitated. �Dad, please tell me!� Miranda asked frustrated. ****END OF FLASHBACK**** She felt anger taking over her body. She put the peddle to the metal and the car roared and speeded up. She was use to the high speed. She always drove fast when she was pist and that was happening all to often these past few months. But driving fast made her relax. Feel like she was in control. A siren was heard from behind. Miranda looked in the rearview mirror and saw a cop. �Great! This is all I need� she yelled and hit the steering wheel. She pulled over and watched as the cop get out of the car and walking towards her. �License and registration please� the officer said to her. �could this get any worse� Miranda said and pulled out her license. TBC |
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