Rain

This was embarrassing. Even though I was labeled as a trouble maker, I had never actually been in trouble before. On top of that, I was now begging for a ride from a jock. What has become of me?

After a moment of silence, "thanks again for the ride. I didn't really want to walk home in the rain."

"could've surfed" he joked, referring to the way I was riding waves in the cafeteria.

Normally I would have slugged him for that kind of comment, but I was too tired to argue. Once we got to my house, I pulled out one of my old year books. "My parents said that the 'angel' blessed us while we were in the NICU. That means that it will mostly be kids our age, with close birthdays. They said a lot of the kids either moved away or died. The oldest kids would be 21 by now. Though, I could've swore there was an old guy there. But he didn't talk to the light, if I remember correctly. Like he was there by mistake. Anyway, so how should we do this?"

I didn't really want to cut up my yearbook, so we decided to use my dad's scanner. It'd be much easier to keep track of them on the computer anyway.

"Alright, we'll start with the obvious, you and I. Let's make a new folder. . .hello, what's this? That's never been there before." There was a folder in the middle of my computer desk top that said "Chosen ones." I double clicked it, a database sprung open. There was a list of names with pictures, date of birth, location, and if they were still living.

"Whoa, why do you have all the information?"

"My parents, uh. Well, I may as well tell you. They have been researching this phenomenon for 16 years. They met the woman in person. They said she was glowing. When the nurses weren't looking, they went around and copied down all the names and birth dates of the babies the lady touched. They apparently are obsessed with this whole thing. They have kept track of the children as best as they could, watching the obituaries and such. They said they even got Officer Taber involved."

I explained everything as well as I could, Ivar just stared at me in shock. I could tell he was debating whether or not to run.

"Look, you can leave if you want. My mom should be home from her Yoga class any minute now. I wouldn't blame you if you're too freaked out to stick around. My parents have that effect on people." He shook his head, so I continued going through the folder. "Amazing, sixteen years ago we all started out in the same room. As far as anyone could tell we were all the same, and look at us now. Cheerleaders, geeks, jocks, and of course misfits. It's like we came from different planets. Though, sometimes I wonder." I joked. He gave me a half smile, that quickly went away when the door flung open.

"Sweetie! I came home as soon as I heard! What on earth went on at lunch today? Is this the boy who threw rocks at you?" She stopped short, realizing we weren't alone.

"The one and only. We found your folder."

"Oh, I told your father it was too soon. Stop that, let's discuss this over cookies and milk."