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My parents brought me to the twenty-first century when a war broke out on our home planet, Breenock 11. They used a time-machine my dad developed to take us back in time and to a different planet, where we could blend in.
My mom’s human name is Melanie, but her real name is Brint, she’s tall, with straight blond hair down to her waist, bright blue eyes and a sweet smile that every mother in the world would envy. My dad’s human name is Walter, his real name is Joorm, he’s tall, but not as tall as my mom, with curly brown hair, and green eyes. My name is Tyler Henderson, I’m kind of tall, with curly blond hair, and blue-green eyes. That’s the difference between Hynroks and humans, Hynroks get all the traits of their parents, they’re just mixed together. No one but my closest friends know that I’m an alien, but their knowledge is limited.
I’ll start on the day my parents told my about myself, don’t get too puzzled about the terms I use in this book, I’ll try to explain it as much as possible.




















I’m a…what?



“Tyler, get up, we have to talk,” My mom called from my doorway on the morning of May seventeenth, or, more accurately, my birthday.
“Wassamatter?” I asked groggily.
“Nothing, your father and I have something to tell you, and it can’t wait,” She said, reading my mind, not that I knew it at the time, and responding to what I was about to say.
“Okay,” I said, sitting up and stretching.
My dad walked in then, smiling, but looking grim all the while.
“Um, we don’t know how exactly to tell you this,” Mom started.
“You’re not…we’re not, human,” Dad said carefully, as though he was afraid I’d explode.
“What your father means is, we’re not from Earth,” Mom added.
“Haha, very funny joke,” I said, grinning.
“It isn’t a joke,” Mom said, shaking her head.
“Not one bit,” Dad said.
I stopped grinning. “You’re serious?” I asked.
“I’m afraid so,” Mom said, looking at me.
“So, what are we really?”
“We’re Hynroks,” Dad answered for her.
“Um, what are Hynroks exactly?” I was really confused.
“We’re a race of aliens similar to humans, but we each have special abilities,” Mom said, looking at me kindly.
“Like what?”
“We each have different abilities, it’s very uncommon to find two Hynroks who have the same ability. I can shape shift,” Dad said, as an example, he turned into a golden retriever and back.
“And, most of us only have one ability, I can read minds,” Mom added, smiling.
“But, I can’t do anything,” I said.
“We get our abilities when we come of age, which is thirteen, for us,” Mom informed me.
“Oh, um, is that it?” I asked, leaning back against the wall.
“Almost, just one more thing, we’re not from this time period,” Dad said, with the air of someone holding an active bomb.
I gaped at him.
“We’re from the year 3009, a thousand years from now,” Mom looked at me, looking concerned.
“Okay, is that it? Wait, what’s our home planet called?” I asked, sitting up strait.
“We’ll save that for later, when Lizzy and Nick get here,” Dad said.
Dad walked out of my room, leaving mom and I alone.
“Take a shower and get dressed, I’ll go make breakfast,” Mom said, standing up and walking over to the door.
“Okay,” I said, standing up and going over to my dresser as mom walked out to the hallway. I heard her footsteps retreating down the stairs and into the kitchen.
I took a quick shower, put on a thin, grey zip-up hoodie with kaki pants, brushed my teeth, and walked into the kitchen.
Mom was standing by the stovetop, making omelets. I looked over at the sink, my eyes widened, the dishes were cleaning themselves.
Mom looked up and saw me gaping at the sink. “Gravity Disrupter,” she explained as the soap floated up out of the bottle and onto the plate above it, “it cancels out the gravity in a programmed area, it helps with the cleaning. Your father installed it when we moved in.”
“Oh,” I said, tearing my eyes away from the sink and looking at mom instead.
“Yes, that’s how the house is always clean,” she said, reading my mind again. “it has sensors that tells the Gravity Disruptor where to clean.”
“Cool,” I said, the air conditioner kicked on when I said it.
“Oh, and the air conditioner is voice command, pretty much anything is.”
“Huh, why did I never notice this?” I wondered aloud.
“We only ran it at night, when you were asleep,” Dad explained, walking into the room from the door to the basement, making me jump.
“Jeez! Give me a heart attack why don’t you?” I said.
“Sorry,” He said, sitting down at the island in the middle of the kitchen.
“It’s okay.” I said as an omelet floated off of the skillet, into a plate, and settled right in front of dad.
I sat down beside dad and an omelet settled in front of me too.
“You’re adjusting well to this,” dad noted.
“Yup,” I agreed, taking a bite.