Hello, everyone! Okay, so like I said this was not originally my story, I adopted it from Don't-Stop-Believin. All of the chapters up until this point were hers. But this is where she stopped writing and I am taking over, so anything from this point on is my work, just continued off of hers, with her permission of course.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Summer's POV

"I would like to introduce you to a very great man, Mr. Jack Sheppard."

And in walks that rude middle aged dude from earlier. And he burps, really loud, and disgustingly. "Hmm, I don' remember eating that," he says. Oh, man, that is gross. I just grimace, what a way to turn a conversation.

"Great man, or a washed up loser," Dylan says as he gets up to go sit at his table. "That's a fine line," Mr. Sheppard contemplates. You got that right, and boy had he crossed the line, at least from what I can tell so far. But, you know what they say, first impressions are everything.

"Nice kid, is the long hair and the James Dean angst just a package with you," Mr. Sheppard questions. Dylan just nods while rolling a pen in his hand, like nothing can ever effect him.

"Mr. Sheppard is uniquely qualified to be your new instructor," Ms. Holloway assures us. How in the world can this man be qualified for anything. "And now, he'll tell you why," she finishes. Oh, I would love to hear this.

He just looks at her surprised, "Oh, yeah. Umm, do you kids have any idea what your doing here or why?" he asks. Cindy's hand shoots straight in the air, and she starts pleading with him to pick her. Dylan, covers his face, not wanting to watch her plead, and Mr. Sheppard looks at he like she's crazy. Seriously, people! She's six, she's going to do things like this. "All right the little one," he says. Jeeze, learn our names, would ya.

"We were brought here in super secret, because we were selected out of a huge group of kids, because we're really special, and they needed special kids for a special course, that's what Ms. Holloway said," she said, repeating almost to the letter what Ms. Holloway had told us all, with Ms. Holloway nodding and mouthing the words along with her.

"I don't think I've ever heard anyone use that many specials in a sentence," Mr. Sheppard said while making a face. "She actually worked it in there one more time than Collins did," Dylan said while pointing at Ms. Holloway. He's right, she did, I don't even know how it was possible with the sentence still making sense, but she did it. "But it's all a lie, we're here because we're different," Dylan said. I was just about to go into scolding him for telling the six year old that when everyone all started talking at once and it was hard to understand anyone. Suddenly, through the noise we here a high pitched whistle and we have to cover our ears. We all turn to look at Ms. Holloway. "Sorry," she says sheepishly. I for one am thankful she did that, someone was going to say something way out of line and someone was going to be hurt of it didn't stop, and by the looks of it, it was going to be Dylan towards Cindy. And we all know how that would turn out.

"Okay, maybe this will help," Jack started. "I spent a lot of time here at camp secret when I was just about your age. And you know what, it pretty much, ruined my life."

"Mr. Sheppard," Ms. Holloway tries to get him to stop.

"The military would like you to be just like me, you have to work hard and focus," he continues on. Ms. Holloway is still trying to get him to stop, and we are all looking at him exasperated, who would want to be like him? And since when has he done hard work and focused. "But most of all most important, you are going to need massive amounts of Gamma 13 emissions." Isn't that radiation, that could possibly, oh I don't know, KILL US ALL! "So, let's wheel in that big machine and zap the little guys, huh." We all looked at Ms. Holloway for answers, what the heck is he going on about.

"Mr. Sheppard, hallway," she says seriously, trying to put a stop to him being a nutcase. I personally didn't know that was possible. "Right, let's go to the hallway. You guys wanna slip into that led underwear, you wanna protect you privates," he finished his oh so wonderful advice as he followed Ms. Holloway out into the hallway.

I looked over at the others judging their reactions. Dylan looked slightly angry, at Jack, I'm assuming. Tucker looked completely confused and a little scared. Cindy just looked like a mix of all of us except she was also upset and had tears in her eyes. I was getting up to go comfort her, but Dylan got there first. He lifted her up and sat down in her chair and placed her in his lap. I knelt next to them and Tucker came to stand next to me.

"Are you okay, Cindy," Dylan asked. That was a stupid question, of course she wasn't okay. He must have noticed my look because he just pressed on. "I think you were right and I was wrong, Cindy. Or maybe we were both right, maybe being different is what makes them special," I think he's right, I think I was always looking at myself the wrong way. I wasn't a freak, I was special. Who knew one sentence could change my view on my entire life.

Cindy looked at him, "I'm scared," she said to him.

"I know, Cindy," I think we're all a little scared right now. Tucker and I just nodded, I didn't want to butt in, I think Dylan was doing just fine. "As long as all four of us stick together, we'll all be fine. As long as we stick together, we are all safe, nothing can hurt us."