(Amisia’s point of view)

Telling my parents was harder than I thought it would be. Thanks to Selenite I felt my own anxiety. I didn't like it. Everyone just kind of looked at me. I felt nervous until Seinite spoke, “So that's why!” My mother looked at my father for a silent conversation. She looked back at Selenite, “If you don't have anywhere else to go you could stay here.” Selenite thought for a minute. She seemed to come across a bad memory because she felt and intense feeling of mad. Sence I was touching her it slaped me across the face. I yanked my hand away like it burned me, “Ah!” The force of it threw me out of my chair and onto the floor. My mom rushed to my side. “What happened?! Are you alright?!” Thinking about her home made that emotion. I looked at her from my position on the floor and stared into her eyes. I made sure to use a lethal tone that left no room for argument as I said. “You're staying here.”