"....but you see we can't tell anyone. That you are different....I can't show anyone that I can do this. Please be careful what you say." Isabel said. "Having powes isn't normal. We have to pretend to be normal." Who should I say she. I can't say that she's my daughter, that would make me eleven or something when I had her.
"I'm not normal", saddly questioned the girl. "I can't tell anyone?" Well, it's not like I can tell anyone anyhow. None of this makes any sense and my head there's so much ringing, thought the confused girl.
"That's it I am taking you to Max." Isabel thought aloud. She ran in and wrote a note on a pad of paper near the refridgerator. Then picked up the girl and lay her in the passenger seat of the car and drove off to find Max.