The minute I arrived back home, I went straight to my bedroom. I locked the door behind me so that no one could see the face I was making. I was grinning ear to ear. This is the first time, in a very long time, that I was this happy. Right after visiting Tiger, Maybe gave me their number so we can message each other and hang out more. 

     At the time, I didn’t think much of it until we parted ways because they had to leave for the meeting and then I realized that Maybe is the sixth Verse I have in my contacts. Then my face started to crack and I started to think how silly it was to be this happy.

     But I can’t help it! I have a new friend now! I've had the same three friends since the first day of The Center. Actually back when I was in The Emergence, I assumed I wouldn’t make any friends. I’m just like Mom when she was growing up. My Dad used to say, when I shamefully admitted to him that no Verse would ever be friends with me, is that the Verses who choose to be around me can take the heat and that one day, someone will be able to stand in the fire alongside me forever. But who would've thought Maybe and I would become friends? Two Verses from completely separate worlds. A looked down at Mixed and a Pernal. I wonder if Maybe still remembers when they saw me over at The Center?

     I plopped down on my bed and grabbed my favorite S.A.N.A pillow, hugging it tightly. I felt my phone vibrate in my front pocket and my heart skipped. In my heart, I knew it was Maybe. As soon as I reached for my phone, the doorbell rang. I sat up in my bed, trying to listen in on who it was. I heard my Dad's laugh echo and my Mom's high pitch happy squeal.

     “Huh, I wonder who it is,” I said, grabbing my phone to take a look at Maybe's message.

     It read, “Thank you for today ^3^ I was really happy to go to River Head Mansion with you and your friends! Hopefully, we can all go out soon and all get some ice cream or something *shrugs*”

     I smiled, wanting to reply back but suddenly, Mom screamed, “Hey! Ya shitty ass brat! Come down here! We want you to meet someone!”

     I sigh, sliding from my bed. I walk over to my door and open it, "Why!? Can’t you leave me to my own peace and quiet?"

       “Me sola Raytee! Tesso Te So! Irrui nulda raiya irruis nuwl hasa, raytee fiuid asasiir nenl rdseln ull haen er del a souka!” She screamed back at me and I knew it was serious. Mom only uses her native tongue when something is serious or when she wants me to do something. It’s the only thing that we take seriously. However, how do we know this language? I don’t actually know.

     “Don’t you pull that native tongue bullshit on me in front of guest!” I swung my door open and marched out into the hallway.

     "Don’t you pull that native tongue bullshit on me." She mimicked in a high pitch voice, “She'll be right down.”

     “What language was that?” I heard a man speak that wasn't my Dad's voice.

     “It’s something that’s been passed down on my side of the family. It comes to us when we need it the most.” Mom explained.

     Sluggishly I headed down the stairs. When I turned the corner and was about to walk down the second pair of steps that lead into the foyer, I stopped. Standing in the foyer with my parents was Professor Unknown who was dressed in regular clothing. When I mean regular I mean some basic collared shirt and jeans.

     “Good evening Ninety-One!” He greeted with a smile.

     "What are you doing here?!" I questioned, not taking another step.

     “I told you this morning, didn’t I? He was coming over for dinner.” She folded her arms.

     “Fuuuuuuuck.” I cursed, finally stepping down, "Completely forgot about that. Heya, Professor." I scratched my head, feeling the awkwardness come down onto my shoulders.

     This is going to be one hell of a dinner.