Fang's POV

For my extra studying time, I always hung out in the back corner of the library and read.

But, I caught sight of Max outside, grabbed my book, and decided to join her.

She seemed to be absorbed in her book, because she didn't turn around when I was a few inches from her. I knelt down behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Next thing I knew, I had been pinned to the ground and was staring up at Max.

Whoa. No one was stronger than me. I mean, I usually win fights. Though this girl had managed to pin me to the ground. Hmm.

"Um…hi?" I said slowly. My voice came out in a whisper. Probably because I hadn't been talking for a while.

Silence ensued. I cleared my throat, prepared to say something a little louder. Maybe she hadn't heard me.

"Oh, I'm, uh, sorry." Max said quickly, scooting away from me.

Inside, I felt hurt.

Because no one wants to be close to the emo kid, I thought glumly.

Max noticed my expression. "I don't mean that I, um, don't like being around you. I mean, you know, you're my room mate and…"

I nodded, getting up. "Yeah. You just have to put up with me for three weeks, and then it'll be over. I get it. I'll go now." I hadn't meant to blurt out that much info. I mean, she didn't know

I was there, invisible, when Destiny had been leaving.

I started to leave, but Max grabbed my arm. "Uh, wait!" She stammered.

I turned around. Too quickly. Max squeaked a little and her grasp dropped to my hand.

It was an awkward moment, but it felt nice. To me, anyways.

"You can…read with me if you want." Max offered, her hand slipping from mine.

Instantly, her warm presence was missed.

Read? I asked myself, then remembered the book in my hand.

"Okay." I said, almost inaudibly.

For the rest of the time, we sat on the grass, back to back, reading our books. Well, I guess Max was reading.

I was too busy daydreaming about the amazing girl who was reading with me.

EST was over too quickly, in my opinion. Max stood up wordlessly and dusted off her jeans.

"Are you going to that interview?" I asked her.

"Yeah." Max nodded, and I brightened.

We walked to the gym together, and we met up with Jessica outside the doors.

"Hey, Max!" Jessica chirped. She glanced at me. "Um, hey, Fang." She smiled, a little nervously.

I scratched my head awkwardly, looking down.

"Jessica." Max hissed, elbowing her friend.

"Uh, sorry. Anyway, the interview's starting. Fang, you can sit with us." Jessica offered. I agreed silently, and we walked in.

I felt eyes on us. Mostly on me.

We took our seats near the front.

One of our teachers came out and introduced the eleven year old: Angel. Her brother was also there with her, named the Gasman.

Wonder why.

Angel and her brother, who was 13, took a seat next to each other next to our Principal Hemm.

"Good afternoon, Miss Angel." He greeted. "Thank you for being with us today."

"Call me Angel." The girl said, smiling warmly. For a second, our eyes met. And I felt some sort of…familiarity.

"Well, we'll start off this interview with a question: Why did you decide to develop a school?" Hemm asked.

"Well, I me and my brother, Gazzy, were once in an orphanage…Well, we still are." Angel giggled, and so did some of the students. "We saw a lot of children who were old enough to be in

school. And, we decided, why should they have to wait to be adopted to go to school?" Angel continued. The interview went on like this.

And then, they took a few questions from the audience.

Gazzy randomly picked a guy.

"Hey, dude, I got a question for you." The guy, who was Jason, said.

"Shoot." Gazzy said.

"Why are you nicknamed the Gasman?" Jason said. Everyone laughed. Except me.

"Well, the first thing I realized when Angel and I woke up, was that I had a funky digestive system." Gazzy chuckled.

"What's your real name?" Jason asked.

"Um, I don't know." Gazzy smiled abashedly. It continued like this.

Then a girl asked, "Do you know your parents?"

I saw Angel glare at her brother. I wasn't sure why.

"No." Angel replied smoothly.

"Elaborate." The girl persisted.

"Well, we woke up in the orphanage." Angel said. "We asked them about what happened, but they simply said they found us."

She met my eyes again, and I had a feeling she was lying.

Am I? Her voice said in my head.

Wait, her voice in my head?

Hello? I thought. I stared into Angel's eyes, and then my mind felt more…loose. Like a presence had gone.

Weird.

"Do you see yourselves different?" Max asked from beside me. Her voice seemed mesmerized.

Angel shifted her glance to Max, and seemed to be concentrating. The crowd of students hushed.

I saw Max blink confusedly once. "Well?" She said.

I saw Angel's mouth drop open, then close again. I saw her glance at her brother.

"Yeah. We're different. Way different." Gazzy answered for her.

"Well, that's all the time we have." Principal Hemm stood up, and so did the siblings.

People were already getting up and starting to leave. Except me and Max.

I watched as Angel and Gazzy walk off the stage. Angel seemed to be angry about something, and the Gasman looked apologetic.

Then, quick as lightning, their heads turned to look at me. Their piercing blue eyes seemed so…

"Max?" Jessica snapped me out of my trance.

"Um, I'll catch up with you." Max murmured, sounding hypnotized.

I heard the last of the footsteps fade away and soon, it was just me and Max.

"Where'd they go?" I mumbled absentmindedly. I felt dizzy all of the sudden. Max turned to me, her eyes full of curiosity.

"They're headed for the parking lot." And then she realized that she'd said that to me. "Not that I care." She added.

"I'm coming too." I nodded, walking ahead of her.

The two siblings seemed weird…

I wanted to know more.