The room turned silent as the air had swallowed itself. I held my breath, waiting for the two adults' confession. I got them by surprise, and now all I needed was for Ms. Meyer, the librarian, to talk. After all, I couldn’t taste anything from that bastard. I expected her to say something too, but that wasn't how the universe works.

"What are you talking about?" Mr. Ross asked, his cold eyes staring at me.

"The monster from last night," I said, holding my anger.

"You must be tired from studying last night."

"I know what I saw!"

"Keep your voice down," He whispered, "Don't forget where you are."

I don't care, you bastard. Don't you dare lie to me.

"I. Know. What-"

"I don't know what you saw," he said calmly, "but repeating it won't help your argument. If you want to talk about it, I suggest that we have this conversation after class."

"Just you?" 

"Ms. Meyer would be there." She nodded at the sound of her name.

It could be a trap, but I wanted some answers. Should I bring a weapon? Well, anything could be deadly if I use it correctly. A simple paper can cut someone's throat. I thought for a moment and nodded my head slowly.

"Alright," I mumbled, placing the book on the desk, and left without looking at them.

They better not lie to me.

~~~~~

I couldn't help staring at the clock, ticking away the time. The sounds in the background faded as I daydreamed. I could care less about DNA or RNA or whatever. Why should I care about a subject that I would never use in real life? I bet Mr.Ross doesn't have a teaching degree. He was as fake as they come.

Minutes seemed like hours the longer I stared at the clock hanging above the dry board as every hand moved slowly. It was like it was mocking me, trying to piss me off. It knows what it was doing, enjoying every bit of my suffering.

I flipped through the pages, pretending to be engaged. I have been doing this every time I moved. Teachers tend to ignore me if I pretend to work, but it has an 80% effective rate. If I don't become the smartest kid in class, it stops working.

When class was over, I stayed at my desk. I told Mariel not to wait for me like she usually does, and she left without a word. I was glad that she didn't ask me questions, as it would have been way too awkward to explain. How will I explain that I saw a monster and that her brother and the librarian were fighting it? That would make me crazy, and I'm not crazy.

I think.

Ms. Meyer came in as soon as all the students had left, and we were alone once again. The only sound I could hear was my heart beating rapidly out of my chest as I sat still with trembling legs. Mr.Ross moved his lips, but I couldn't understand what he said. Do I even care?

Maybe I should.

Blue light covered the room in seconds, and I froze with amazement and watched the room glow in a silver-blue light. At least I know that last night wasn't a dream. 

Mr.Ross placed a small blue ball on the desk and tilted his head at me. I clench my pen, getting ready to defend myself, but what could I do against them? Ms.Meyer would surely be able to defeat me with ease.

"You wanted to know if you were dreaming. " Mr. Ross said, "Here's your answer," he tapped on the blue ball.

I gazed at the spear as it radiated a pretty color, mixing with silver and blue. It reminded me of a cloudy day, and I wondered when it would rain or if it already had.

"So tell me. What are you?"

"What I'm… huh?"

"Normal humans cannot be in a veil with a guard," he pointed to a strange symbol on his left hand, "So you are either a supernatural or an anomaly."

"What's the difference?" I said, looking at the star shape symbol.

"You are either from this world with an abnormal ability or an interdimensional creature far beyond our own. There's no difference between them."

I was still confused, so I asked, "Who are you, people? Why are you telling me this?"

I knew the answer as I heard stories of men in black, conspiracy theories, anything that could give me some closure to the weirdness around me. The knowledge I got here today would mostly end with me dying or worse because secrets have to stay hidden for a reason.

"It's not every day we get to see an abnormal being that is harmless, so I will give you a choice. You can live your life the way it is and ignore what is happening or join the agency. But if you decide to join," He walked closer to me, "your life would never be the same. There is no turning back.."

"My life was never normal, to begin with," I mumbled, but he ignored my comment.

Everything in my life had been weird and unexplained, from my strange taste for emotions, my devilish smile when disaster hits, and my curse affecting everyone around me. If I could change my fate or find something about myself, it would be with them.

"I want to join," I accepted flatly. 

"Are you certain?" Ms. Meyer finally spoke with a faint bittersweetness in her voice. Delicious.

"Yeah."

I was not sure anymore, but I felt that I had to as this agency has all the answers in the world. I mean, of course, a secret organization would have knowledge that had been lost or hidden. Why wouldn't they? I bit to hide my excited yet worried smile.

"But why are you asking me to join?" 

It was not like I had any unique talents besides what they called immune, and even if they knew about my ability to taste emotions, I wouldn't call that talent.

"It's either that or we kill you." Mr. Ross said. I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

Mr.Ross picked up the ball, and the blue veil sizzled out like candlelight, returning the room back into its standard dull color.

"Tomorrow, you'll stay after class. That is if you didn't change your mind," Mr. Ross threw the ball into the air, and it disappeared without a sound, almost like the blue ball didn't exist. 

"Why can't it be today?" I shuffled out of my seat and stood closer to them.

"We have to make preparations," Mr.Ross said as he and Ms. Meyer were already outside, "Go to class."

They left before I could say anything else. I couldn't believe how easy that was, or was that what Mr. Ross wanted me to think? The possibility of it being a trap was high, but I didn't care as running away wasn't an opinion. If I wanted to be Mariel's friend or anyone else, I had to do it, whether I wanted to, but I wish it weren't Mr. Ross asking me. 

Because even if he told me the truth, I still don't believe him.

~~~~~

I came to class early, surprisingly. I guess the veil distorts time or something because there would be no way I would arrive at the exact time as Mariel. She stared at me for the longest time before entering the room, but maybe it was exaggerated. I wished I had said something, but my mouth would not move. That was the smart thing to do because I couldn't think of anything to say, and it would make me look dumb.

Ms. Crawford was writing on her board. I didn't study what it said as I already had too much on my mind. How could I think about anything normal right now? What was the norm?

Strange and reality blended to create a hideous monster more terrifying than the creature last night. I was scared that maybe I couldn't distinguish between real and fantasy in the near future, and I might have to convince myself that my dreams were just dreams. However, now it might be challenging to do, considering monsters exist.

Ms. Crawford's voice was salty to the point of me gagging. The class doesn't notice it because of her fake smile. Her pearly white teeth stretch so far that they could reach Mount Everest. Creepy. I find it heartbreaking to see someone faking so hard. Adults have it worse when imitating emotions, as they always have to smile or act happy to keep a job. I would have given Mr.Ross the benefit of the doubt but being emotionless was the worst type of person. 

Mariel came up to me when class was over, and that familiar feeling pulled me in with its warm embrace. My body tingled as the pull became closer, and my breath became heavy. It was a weird feeling in a good way. 

"What did you and Mr.Ross talk about?" She asked.

"Nothing really," I lied. 

She studied my face, leaning a little closer to my face, and said, "Okay, then. Well, I'll see you later."

"See you."

She might have known I was lying, but I was lucky that she didn't question it further, as I wasn't sure how to explain it without going to a loony bin. Hello! Crazy person here! They would say, and Mariel wouldn't hang out with me anymore.

I wondered if she knew what Mr.Ross does and was worried that I would think she's nuts? I guess I have to ask Ms.Meyer about it if I want to know, and it won't be that long, but the wait was killing me.