I live in a small town, far away from the rest of the world. It’s a seemingly ordinary town, with church on Sunday, a close knit community, and a suburban look. But one thing I know is that this town is the furthest thing from ordinary. Everybody in this town as old as time has ability’s. Almost like magic. Most people have the basic ability’s and some have even more. Most meaning I don’t. And that’s why I must protect this secret with my life. People here believe that this town was created to purify the world and regular humans are the the toxin wasting the world away. So we have human hunters. They kill the humans and bring them all to burn at the stake. Some say that’s even how the power is fueled. With the blood of mortals. But that’s just a myth. My family used the excuse I was a weakling. Meaning my powers went as strong as others. Sure that meant I was disrespected by the community, but it’s much better than the other option. The problem is today I won’t be able to hide

Being human. Usually I make an excuse like I have to wash up for dinner, or use tricks to make it seem like I do have ability’s but today is choosing day. Every sixteen year old must show of their ability’s to see which job suits them best. My issue is I can’t show of an ability I don’t have.

I stand in the line with about forty other sixteen year olds. Most look proud, confidently practicing their ability’s. A girl next to me moves a flower from side to side with her mind, and a boy near the front of the line begins throwing flames.

And here I am, nervously shifting which foot I’ll put my weight on, trying to think of what I can do.

The thought of being burned at the stake leaves sweat trickling down my neck.

One by one they call the kids names and I begin getting closer and closer to the front of the line. With each step I take forward I feel my heart leap out of my chest.

The kid in front of me goes and that leaves me at the front of the line. Maybe I should have run away? No, that would have been a guaranteed death. From what I’ve been told, the nearest town is hundred of miles away.

The kid exits the room with a smile on his face as he strides past the kids left.

“Wanda Prince” a voice says from inside the room”.

I try moving my leg forward but it stays put to the ground. I I get caught, I’ll run to the mountains. Starving to death is better than burning.

I enter the room where a man and a woman sit in a desk with a few dozen other adults surrounding them. They are not just any couple. They are the leaders of the town.

“Now Wanda, can you begin your…performance” says the man. He toys with his ring as he spins it around his finger.

“Sure-just we need to go outside for it” I say.

The man and the woman stand up but the group of people stay put.

“Very well” he says.

We go outside and the harsh wind dries my eyes.

I’ve always been really fast at running, even without ability’s, I can run as fast as people with them.

“Well my best ability is running”.

The woman breaks out in laughter but the man only shakes his head.

“That’s what’s to be expected by a weakling”.

I wiggle my fingers and take a deep breath in, but I don’t let it out. If I think I’m doing badly I’ll just keep on running.

“You may begin” says the man sounding ever so slightly annoyed.

I take of and close my eyes shut to stop the wind from getting the sand in my eyes. I begin running and quickly run back. That was probably a record of the fastest I’ve ever run.

“I guess we can get some use out of her has a human hunter” the woman says to the man.

He nods and the both walk away. I feel excited and proud for a moment until I remember what job I have. I’ll have to be faking it for the rest of my life. Hiding. And even worse, I’ll have to kill my own kind.