The Indigo Children

Everything's fine-- it's what they always say before something bad happens

7 years later...

Remember when I had said that my social skills were improving when I got to high school? I have proof. Standing in front of me were two of my friends, yes, you saw it right, friends. Real, actual friends that I could trust but not when it comes to my past.

Felora Holmes and Sarah Nanders were brawling-- not a serious matter, I can assure you. But I can say that their brawl is getting heated up, Sarah is close to winning. And that's saying something because Felora never loses to anyone, anyone at all. Except me.

"I fully support Kris' leave from EXO, because, I, as a loyal and rational fan, understand that Kris' career in the music industry has come to an end and that he needs some space for himself." Sarah gushed, and I clapped lazily. I had clapped to both of their debates since an hour ago, so don't judge me.

"But! His decision is unthoughtful and brings an error to the group! He should think about all his fellow members and fans before even making the decision. He's really, really, really unthoughtful." Felora huffed, knowing that her debate has probably come to a defeat-- she had been saying the same things over and over again.

"There's nothing we all can do about it, Fel. His decision is his, we have no right to interfere what he chooses to do." Sarah said sadly, clutching her History book to her chest tighter. Felora rolled her dark blue eyes and nudged her rival in the ribs. "Fine! You win! You definitely do with that kind of face!"

I laughed, slamming my locker with my fist and caught bewildered stares from the juniors for seeing their beloved senior doing something as weird as that. Yes, I was the only one in this school who slams her locker with her fist when she finds something hilarious.

Sarah's sad expression vanished immediately, and she fist pumped in victory. She had made Felora buy her an apple juice after school (Very classy) and Felora, being the fair friend, agreed abruptly.

"Carmin, you never support me!" Felora accused, poking my forehead harshly. My head stumbled back and hit the locker, and I groaned in irritation. "My decision is mine. You have no right to interfere what I choose to do," I mimicked Sarah, and received a smack on the head from Sarah's history book. Rude.

"Stop hitting me! I'm not planning on going to the hospital anytime soon!" I retorted as Felora and Sarah laughed, high-fiving each other at my pain. Again, rude.

The whole 7 years I had spent being... well, average, was manageable. I found a few friends at my first year in high school, but they got rid of me soon after. Yes, for once, they were getting rid of me instead of vice versa. And these two freaks, as I may call them, were my only true friends that I trusted, probably for 40 percent.

Felora and Sarah are normal people, they aren't involved with things confidential and nerve-wrecking like my Indigo friends from 7 years ago. Yes, I still remember them, and I have to admit I miss them. Prepare for the most shocking fact in the history of Carmin Minerva's existence: I never expected this new life would be so... normal.

Yeah, right. Very surprising!

I miss Lance's deathly insults because, well, I hardly get insults here since everyone looked up to me due to my father being a very rich businessman (A story that the gullible people of Old Holland had believed in).

The first year of being normal was hard and harsh for me, and I kept thinking how the other Indigos are holding-- are they fitting in perfectly or are they no better than I am? That doesn't matter to me anymore until the topic of agents keep being brought up by Felora, who is obsessed with the thought of being an agent.