Kris' POV

  So I just got away, correct. Then all the sudden these guys come and ATTACK me. Of course I'm not going to be friendly. Would you be friendly if random people with wings like you came up and attacked you? I guess it's a little hard to relate to but anyways.
  There was that girl who I had sensed. I couldn't see her, but I could feel her mind. This was the same mind and she knew she had seen me.
  All these kids were- well, to tell you the truth- crazy. They're calling the school a 'prison'. As far as I know, that's new. I've never heard of anyone calling it that before.
  "So, if you're from this so called 'school'," One of them starts, the one with white wings. "Why're you out in the middle of the woods? You could fly off! You could go anywhere!" That one's Wendy.
  "Well it's kind of hard to do that when a bunch of people attack you." I say flatly.
   "....true." the guy who took my wings said. "But we just wanted to make sure you weren't of some kind of...group. Lately we've been seen a lot by people and we don't need to know about us. We're trying to stay secret." His name was Carter.
  "Nice way of putting it, Carter," Jim says. He's the one in charge. "We just wanted to make sure you weren't with anyone. I'm Jim by the way."
   "Great, so now that you know I'm not 'with' anyone- can I go now?"