I've been through a lot of weird things in the past three years and this is right up there as the weirdest. The last thing I remember was seeing the sky get farther and farther away as I fell. Now I'm here, where it's apparently 2014, and I survived the fall. I somehow jumped 13 years into the future and I've been told Granilith has nothing to do with this. Color me both confused and intrigued.
I suppose I better introduce myself because it doesn't look like I'm going anywhere any time soon. I'm Liz. I'm 18 and I grew up in Roswell, New Mexico.
Before you ask, yes aliens are real. I know because I was healed by one. The people I talked to when I first got here told me that it would be okay to reveal this. And the fact that I have some alien powers of my own. Here's to hoping nothing happens to me now. Max, Michael, and Isabel were so scared of what would happen to them if their secret got out. I'm safe here, right?