that." Trish raised her tone just a little bit.
"SHH," Aaronmon hushed her.
What was it that they weren't telling me? I knew I couldn't hide around the corner forever, so I made my appearance.
"What's for breakfast." I smiled, hiding the fact that I’d heard them talking.
"I just made you some of our Emréian eggs." Aunt Trish held up the pan. I was surprised to see normal looking eggs.
"Okay." I shrugged and took a seat.
"I think it might be best if you didn't go to school today." Aaronmon pulled out a chair beside me. "Perhaps, you should stay home and allow me to help you with your powers.”
I really wanted to go to school and see Kyle, but I knew he was right. I couldn't handle the whole school’s teenage hormones, nor would I be able to stop myself from pushing my own onto someone else.
"Yeah, I think I will stay home today." I agreed with him. “But, won’t it be weird that you are missing your second day of school?”
“It’s not like I am here to study,” Aaronmon pointed out.
I quickly pulled out my cell, sending a quick text to Kyle:
I am staying home from school today. I just want to make sure I feel better. I love you.
"You have to concentrate on yourself." Aaron's frustration burned through me. All morning we had been concentrating on controlling my empathy. After last night, I was sure I could not get a handle on this empathy thing.
"Well, I'm sorry! It's hard to concentrate on myself when your frustration is making me more frustrated!"
Aaron sighed to relieve his annoyance. Good thing too, I was about ready to throw a vase at him.
"Can we work on something else?" I flung myself onto the couch and wrapped my arms around a pillow. I couldn't handle my empathy at all. Maybe it wasn’t supposed to be cut off. What if I was doomed to lock myself away from people for the rest of my life?
"Carson, all you have is empathy. There really isn't much that I can do for you except help you with it."
I thought about this for a minute. Knowing he was right, I thought of anything else we could possibly do as I nuzzled my nose in to the pillow. After a long two minutes, my mind finally conjured up an idea.
"So, why don't you teach me the Emréian language?" I offered. Anything was better than working on empathy.
Aaron looked as if he’d forgotten a million dollars on a bus.
"Yeah, you should probably know our language before you take the throne."
"I didn't say I was taking the throne. However, learning that there is an alien planet out there is pretty interesting," I admitted. "And, it is part of my heritage. Plus, one day I want to have a conversation with my mother and be able to know what she is saying to me."
"Who else is going to take the throne if you don't?"
"Look, I know everyone is depending on me, but, truth be told, I just want to graduate and figure out exactly who I am now. Nobody asked me if I wanted to be a princess or Lenai, whatever it is. It might have been different if someone could have been straight with me from the beginning, but I've been allowed to grow up in this life. Now, I'm just really confused about everything."
"Understandable." His eyes softened. I felt relieved that he wasn't going to fight me on it.
It was true, every girl wanted to be a princess when they were young, even Trish filled my head with stories of being a princess. I didn't realize she was telling the truth, of course. However, as I grew up and the princess stories seemed like a stretch, I had new goals and new dreams, none of which included Emréiana. I just didn’t know what to think of all this. I was even confused about my mother. Was I happy that she was alive, or was I disappointed that she sent me away? I felt like my whole life had been nothing but a lie, and in some way that scared me.
For hours, Aaron taught me Emréian. I struggled with the memorization, but the pronunciation came quite easily. Animals, clothing, food, verbs, and adjectives were all rolling out of my mouth in
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