Birds chirped in my ear as I sat on the splintered park bench. Sunlight broke through the clouds above, and soft chatter from the families passing by filled my ears. The New York park was as busy as always, with bikers racing by and small stands lining the street.

I pulled my sand blonde bangs farther over my eyes, resisting the urge to check my watch again. My foot tapped against the pavement. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“No need to be so nervous, Miles.”

I jumped, spinning around.

A teenage girl stood in front of me, with long black curls pulled into a high ponytail. Her eyes were a deep ocean blue, and freckles sprinkled her face. A grey sweatshirt hung on her shoulders, and she wore black leggings.

The girl laughed. “I’m sorry I scared you, but you really don’t need to worry. Your plan will go as you want.”

“How... how do you know my name?” I asked.

“You’re Miles Brown.” She said. “And I know your secret.”

I shot to my feet, swinging my backpack over my shoulder and turning on my heel. “Leave me alone.” I snapped.

She’s bluffing. I thought to myself. There’s no way she knows. Your okay. She. Doesn’t. Know.

The girl jogged after me. “Sorry. That was rather blunt of me. I just can’t help myself.”

“I said, leave me alone.”

The girl ran ahead of me, blocking my me off. “I think your plan is a bit foolhardy, if you don’t mind me saying.”

I glared at her, moving around and walking faster. “You don’t know what your talking about.”

“You mean your plan to run away?” She asked.

I froze.

The girl giggled. “So I’m right.”

I spun around. “How do you know that?”

“Allow me to demonstrate.” She said steadily. “I have no magical abilities, I’m just incredibly observant.” She pointed at a small child running around a tree. “Meet Sally, three year old who loves insects and has a pet tarantula.”

I shook my head. “There’s no way you got all that from a look.”

She shrugged. “I could be wrong. But I think we both know I’m right. Just like we both know your parents will be out of the bank in the next five minutes, and you have to be on the subway by then.”

My eyes darted to my watch. She was right. I looked back up at her.

She smiled. “Run, Miles. You got a train to catch.”