Not What She Seems

Hiding Secrets and Misproving Theories

This is crazy, I never planned to make this or have this happen, but I did. She's different now. I messed up. Now this ability is reaching out to her and won't stop until it touches her. Her eyes were never supposed to be able to change color. She was never supposed to be able to use "zero gravity" and was never supposed to be a host for the dead, or maybe sometimes the living. I succeeded in making an anomaly. Now, I just need to watch out for the same signs in someone else. I told her she needs to do it, too. I should've known there was something different when I saw some sparks arise when she kicked while she practiced fighting against the punching bag. I should've known there was something different where right after she kicked the punching bag, it burst open and all the sand fell out. How could I of been so blind? This intense skill only for a newly called 7-year-old is HIGHLY unusual. $&*%£#, she is unusual. She is not Humaveran. She is not human. She must be Angelikan. She is the first Angelikan child and the strongest out of all of the Angelikans I made. She is unusual.

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"So, where were you?" I asks
"What do you mean?" Yavara asks as we turn right.
"You were gone this morning, what happened? Where'd you go?" I clarify.
"Hmm? Oh nothing! I just needed to do something that I forgot about." Yavara stops and answers, as she tells me, what I assume is the breathing device shows behind her ear. The cord goes down to behind her neck, but disappears after going most of the way down.
"Relvin, you're being awful quiet." Yavara observes.
"..."
"What's wrong?" Yavara asks.
"Nothing, just thinking..." Relvin answers.
"About what?" Yavara asks again.
"Stuff." Relvin answers again.
"What type of stuff?" Yavara asks for the third time, being persistent.
"The stuffiest of stuff." Relvin answers for the third time.
"Mmhm..." Yavara replies.
"Yavara, you never answered my question. Where is your father?" I ask curiously. Relvin stops walking. Yavara stops walking.
"I told you! He's busy!" Yavara responds a little too happily.
"Why do you avoid telling me about him? Did he leave?" I ask.
"Verlynn, we need to talk." Relvin says, pulling me by my shirt to the side of the hallway.
"What?" I ask.
"You don't ask that question, do you understand?" Relvin says seriously.
"Why not?" I question.
"What do you mean why not? First of all, that's rude. Second of all, Yavara's dad is just busy. They haven't heard from him in a while." Relvin snaps.
"I figured that he most likely didn't leave her mother. Something tells me there's no way Avarra could be the mother of seven tight and still be sane and I'm absolutely sure of it." I say. Relvin chuckles.
"Oh, your right." Relvin comments. We both laugh.
"Now that think about it, I've never heard Yavara cuss." I state.
"Me too. And we've been friends since we could remember, my mom says we've been friends since we were a year old, but I don't really believe that." Relvin states.
"Anyways, just don't ask about her father anymore. It makes her feel empty and unsure that he's coming home." Relvin says quietly. I nod in agreement and we head to the kitchen. When we reach the kitchen, we don't see Yavara.
"Where's Yavara?" I ask.
"I...don't know." Ravamara answers. As if to be on cue, Avarra and Yavara walk in the kitchen.
"Where'd you guys go?" another girl asks, who I assume to be Yavara's sister.
"Nowhere, it doesn't matter, Gevora." Yavara says quickly and defensively. Avarra whispers one last thing into Yavara's ear before leaving the kitchen. Why was Yavara so quick to answer?
  "Oh great, I just have Verlynn another reason to think I'm Humaveran." Yavara sighs, opening the fridge and pulling out something. She turns around and waves it in front of my face.
  "See! Look! Guess what this is? A chocolate bar. My mother informed me that Humaverans cannot digest chocolate. If they do, they could get seriously sick right away." Yavara informs me.
  "To prove to you I'm not Humaveran, I'm going to eat it." Yavara says. She unwraps the chocolate bar, licks it all over, and takes a huge bite out of it and swallows. She takes another bite to empathize her point.
****Yavara
Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't get seriously sick right after licking that chocolate bar. I really thought I would, but something inside me told me I won't. I really thought it was gonna happen. Now that I didn't die, this proves I'm not Humaveran, in which I didn't know. Well, at least I got Verlynn off my back.
  "See?" I say, swallowing the chocolate bar. I open my mouth and wiggle my tongue around so she can see it's all gone. Verlynn is quiet. About twenty minutes later, I hand everyone else except Savara a chocolate bar because they decide to eat it.
"Why doesn't Savara get a chocolate bar?" Verlynn asks.
"She's allergic." I respond.
"She's allergic to chocolate?" Verlynn repeats, curious.
"White chocolate." Savara corrects.
"That sucks." Verlynn comments.
"White chocolate is disgusting. After eating it too much, you get sick of it." Savara comments back.
"Very true." I say.
"Interesting. Never seen a person who is allergic to white chocolate." Verlynn thinks aloud. Allister starts giggling.
"Ew! Allister did you just fart?!" Savara exclaims.
"Silent but deadly.....hehehe...." Allister says with a wicked grin on his face.
"Ew! I'm leaving!" Savara exclaims, running out of the kitchen.
"I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Come back!" Allister exclaims back, laughing and chasing after her.
"Yavara, can we talk?" Relvin asks.
"Um...sure..." I answer. He pulls me into a nearby bathroom.
"What?" I ask.
"How?" Relvin asks.
"I don't know. I thought I'd get sick." I explain.
"I thought you would too." Relvin says.
"Well, good thing I'm ok." I say.
"Yeah, good thing." Relvin repeats.
"Geez Relvin, why are you all the way on the other side of the bathroom. I shouldn't have to scream to talk to you." I nag.
"Yavara, if I wanted someone to nag me, I would've just stayed at home for the summer and stayed in my mother's room so she could nag me 24/7." Relvin jokes.
"Please, please do that." I beg. He laughs.
"I hope you freeze." he says wickedly.
"Aww, I hope you freeze too." I mock.
"Dang it Yavara!" Relvin exclaims. I can't stop laughing.
"Verlynn's on to us." Relvin states.
"Yeah, I know...." I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder.
"If she finds out, we're dead and so is this summer." Relvin states, thinking aloud.
"And so is our relationship." I add.
"That too." he responds.
"Yavara...I've been meaning to ask you this, I'm sorry if it comes off rude. You don't have to answer if you're not comfortable." he says.
"What is it?" I ask, curious.
"What happened that you need a breathing machine?" Relvin questions. I keep quiet for a while.
"I-I'm sorry if I offended you its just—" I cut him off.
"It's fine. It's just, I....I don't know. I've never known. Every time I try and ask my mother, she just avoids the question by saying it doesn't matter and I don't need to know." I say, recalling all the times she's said that.
"Can you find out?" he asks.
"I'll try." I answer. There's silence for a few seconds.
"We need to start going before Verlynn gets curious and starts eavesdropping or something, even though she probably was eavesdropping since the beginning." I quickly add afterwards.
"Very true." Relvin says, and we walk out of the bathroom. As we walk out of the bathroom, I wonder if we'll be able to safely keep this secret from Verlynn. This secret and another one dear to me that Relvin doesn't really know about...