I wave to Asher as I pass him, his mouth jabbering off to Anchor. There's a reason one of Asher's nicknames is Mouth.

I push alien plants out of my face, their colors glowing like stars. Fruit in all shapes and sizes hanging from their branches. I know which are safe and which aren't.

I wave to every boy I cross, their heads popping out of trees and bushes. They smile at me, bodies upright, sideways, and upside down. They all know me, and I know all of them.

Everyone was brought here by one of the police ships. This is like a kind of orphanage, but in planet form. I was just a mistake, a very big one.

Because I've been here for as long as I can remember. I don't remember being a boy. I am the only girl on Andrea.

But, I don't hate it here. I love spending time with the boys. It's just too small for me on Andrea. I want to see other things, maybe see if other girls are like me.

Sometimes I think about what would my life have been like if I had stayed with my parents.

What if I was an orphan, like the rest of the boys, and I did belong on some sort of Orphan Planet?

What if my parents missed me? What if they gave me away because they couldn't or didn't care for me?

What if questions fill my daily routine on Andrea, I ask them all the time. The boys don't like answering them, because one question answered is another one I ask.

The library here, and the dictornary, tell me that curiosity is my worst sin. I really need to find out what sin is!

I look up into the sky, a blast of light and fire open in the clouds like a wound.

I stare at it, watching it with horror and fascination. I then realize what this ship means.

I run towards it, hoping the boy inside isn't hurt. I hear it crash and then I see it.

The blazing metal crackles like wood on a fire. I ignore self preservation, running into the flames.

I claw away melting ship, hissing as it bites me. I go one see a body laying just passed my reach.

I hunger to save him! I must!

I push on, blocking out the other boys's cries for me to wait. I can't wait cause he's going to die.

I grab his arm, sticky and thick. I pull him towards me, shouting, "Help!".

I'm being pulled from behind, dragging the boy with me.

I lay him out on the grass, colasping in a heap of exaustion. I smile, happy with myself before the world turns black.