Keefe opened his eyes to stare at the weak, dying grass pointing above his feet.
He realized he could feel the humans' emotions. And it was intense.
Sadness and happiness and anger and excitement and- oh, some emotions that many teenagers have. Keefe found that hilarious.
Cienne and Dasher walked toward the large building in front of him.
"Hanville High School Academy," Keefe read. "That's a mouthful."
He ran to catch up with them.
"First we will go to algebra 2!" Cienne pointed over at the door farthest to the left. "That's the closest way. Come on."

Dasher waved goodbye as he went to the opposite side of the school, on his way to advanced statistics.

Keefe and Cienne walked through the door and he followed her as she entered a classroom.

A short, old man with glasses looked at them questionably.
Keefe, who already had the basics of English down, (thanks to Dasher) was proud to understand most of what the man said.
"Who's your friend, Cienne? Is it out new student..."
He stopped to look at a paper. Keefe felt his emotions shift to confusion and then to an understanding feeling.
"Keefe Sencen! Welcome to our class!" He grinned. "I'm Mr. Sullivan!"
"Hello sir," Keefe said in English, as he made himself to seem like a good student- at least to this man who he already liked, and who confused him because of his age. Elves didn't age, and Keefe saw him as fragile. He wanted to make sure no harm came to his new teacher, Mr. Sullivan. He didn't know what the Neverseen was exactly planning for humans, but as he felt the emotions around him, he realized that the humans were too similar to himself. He felt sick about the fact that he had considered joining for real. He was glad Cienne and Dasher had let him know that there were people among the Neverseen who disagreed. It may cause chaos, but at least it gave them another option.

"Alright everyone, sit down!" Mr Sullivan cried out. "Everyone say hello to our new student, Keefe Sencen."
"Hello Keefe..." the class chanted. Some were bored while others were excited to have a new student. One girl near him was giving him rather embarrassing emotions, and her heavily made up eyes wouldn't stop looking at him. Keefe uncomfortably sat down next to Cienne, who was grinning, probably because she could hear everyone's thoughts.
"Alright class, today we are going to learn about parabolas..." Mr. Sullivan began talking and talking and talking. Eventually, Keefe understood what was going on, except a few words that sounded like pure banter.

"Hey Sencen."
Keefe jumped.
Cienne snickered.
"You understand English?"

"I do! I'm surprised. I've learned it so well."
"Don't be. It's a simple language compared to ours. But anyway, notice that boy behind Abby, the girl who's been looking at you the whole time, and who I assume has been attacking you with happy and lovey emotions?"
"Yes she's kind of creeping me out. But I mean, I AM good looking, especially for a human. I mean, look at that one boy behind you. He has no chin and his mustache is distorted. Oh gross he just poked his finger inside his nose. Ewwww now he's-"
"Please don't, Sencen."
"Aw are you defending your boyfriend-"
"Oh my goodness I hate you."
"See now you're turning red and your emotions are embarrassed. Whoa Cienne is he actually your-"

Suddenly Keefe realized what he had said. He wanted to slap himself.
"Whoa back it up. You're not making physical contact with me. How come you can read my emotions like that. Did you just decide not to tell me?"
Cienne yelled in his head so that he winced. She glared at him angrily.
"Is there a problem over there?" Mr. Sullivan stopped his lecture.
"No sir, Keefe thought the h in the equation translated to positive, but it's clearly negative, unless it's already negative," Cienne responded, pointing at Keefe.

"I understand now," Keefe said looking sheepishly at Cienne.
"Nice one Cienne."
"Don't thank me. And oh my gosh, you've been feeling my emotions the whole time and-"
"Hey it's not really a big deal. I've felt worse with F-"
"Sophie Foster?"
"Yeah."
"Ah. Well I'm guessing you don't want to talk about that. So, I'm going to continue warning you as I had tried to a few minutes ago.
"
Cienne flipped the page and answered one of Mr. Sullivan's questions.
Keefe answered one as well. This was pretty easy, but everyone else was struggling so Mr. Sullivan was going over it again.
"Anyway, the boy behind Abby is her boyfriend, and he's noticed that she fancies you. He wants to fight you. Just warning you in advance."
"Uh what do I do?"
"Just walk with me to our next class and hope he doesn't follow us... if he does then you can just tell him you have no interest in Abby-"
"I guess. Oh well."
"Aww Keefe, do you like Abby. She's a cheerleader, you know. And her makeup products probably almost reach the amount of hair products you use."
"Um no. Hey what's your boyfriends name? He's picking his nose again, maybe I should ask him."
"You are the WORST. And don't think we're done with you hiding the fact that you could read my emotions without making contact."
"Hey you read my thoughts."
"And I'll do it again if I need to,"
Cienne began to pack her stuff up, and then the bell rang.
"Off to history, Sencen!" Cienne said.
"Omg I have history next too!" Abby said running up to them.
Keefe and Cienne both walked faster and they lost her in between a crowd of students.
After history, where Keefe met two of Cienne's friends, Gloria and Isaac, (they all avoided Abby's attempts to flirt with Keefe) Cienne and Isaac, a short boy with gigantic glasses and a deep voice led him to English.
Isaac, as it turns out, was Mexican and was still learning English. He taught him a few words in Spanish. Keefe was soon close to being fluent in Spanish, thanks to his memory. Cienne was fully fluent and she could converse with Isaac in the language.
Keefe was on his way to art, while Cienne was on her way to orchestra, when he suddenly felt a zap behind him.
He jumped and looked over.
Elementine was there, grinning proudly.
"He was about to punch you, she explained.
Keefe looked down, and in horror, saw the body of Abby's boyfriend, bleeding, inanimate, lifeless.