My heart starts racing, and from the screaming of the auditorium, I can tell that my head isn't the only one failing to wrap around this.

Supernaturals?!

What is this? The Vampire Diaries? Teen Wolf?

What the actual heck is going on here?

My fingers clamp onto each other as my gaze lies on my parents. Everything around me becomes unimportant, nonexistent. I hear people calling my name in confusion, asking what's going on, but the cries for answers fail to be processed in my head.

I vaguely feel Naya trying to shake me out of my trance, but I don't budge.

The word repeats itself in my head.

Supernaturals. Supernaturals. Supernaturals.

Surely my parents are on crack or something... this can't be true. Yes, I have no idea what's going on here. But there is no evidence that's good enough to support this.

Not in my world.

"Please everyone calm down, calm down," one of my parents yell through the microphone.

Calm down? In a situation like this? Never.

"Silence!" Mr. Harolds screams through his microphone, sending quiet through the auditorium.

My gaze lands on him as he sits on mine, and we seem to hold it for a split second before he drops it, returning his attention to the load full of students.

"I know this is hard to understand, almost impossible to realize that this could be our reality. Up until now, we've only heard of supernaturals in storybooks, but after hearing both of Dr. Solace's research, you will be inclined towards this new future as much as I," he soothingly explains.

A part of me falls for the soft-spoken tone of his voice, wanting to comply with this reality... but there was another part, someone that wanted to walk up to that stage and demand what kind of trick my parents were pulling on me.

"Thank you, Mr. Harolds," mom starts, resuming her calm, collected look that was ever so slightly disturbed when chaos broke out. "So as my husband and I have been trying to convey, we've been researching supernaturals for some time now. But we haven't been the only ones," she continues.

"The existence of supernaturals dates back to the creation of mankind. Supernaturals are mankind. When God created us, he designed us with self-defense mechanisms to protect  ourselves in the case of extreme emergency... however, very few have been able to unlock this feature," dad picks up, now pacing back and forth on the stage.

Bullshit. This sounds like the kind of crap you get off the script of some low-budget werewolf movie.

"But through our research, we've discovered a way to unlock this feature," mom continues on dad's behalf, pacing in the opposite direction as him. "There's this newly discovered gene in each of your bodies, referred to as ENFP. This gene only has one copy in your body. So there is only one strand of DNA that carries this gene, which is why it's so hard to activate it..." she explains.

"But when it is activated, the gene spreads like wildfire, making copies of itself throughout your DNA, enhancing your once hidden supernatural abilities," dad continues, ending off their speech in a smile.

They both stop pacing and meet each other in the center of the stage, turning a part of themselves to the PowerPoint displayed on the screen.

"So far, we've recognized three types of the ENFP gene. We refer to them as ENFP-1, ENFP-2, and ENFP-3. Each type of ENFP type allows for different supernatural powers," dad breaks down.

"ENFP-1, which we commonly call witches. Witches have the ability to practice magic and to control environmental factors amongst other things. Then-" mom says before getting cut off by a noise from the audience.

Heads, including mine turn in direction of the noise. Our eyes are met with the smirking look of someone from my grade, Brody Wellclay.

He snorts loud enough for the world to hear. Then he stands up.

"With all due respect Dr. Solace and Dr. Solace, this sounds like a big pile of bullshit," he starts, creating suspense before Mr. Harolds curses him out regarding his word choice.

Ignoring Mr. Harolds' warnings, he continues.

"I don't know about anyone else, but to me, this is some wack presentation put on by two crazy scientists. And of course, it's all backed up by our delusional principal. He would do anything for attention, now wouldn't he?" he announces, earning agreements  from the audience.

The crowd breaks out in chaos again, and in an attempt to quiet the crowd, security guards take Brody out of the room as Mr. Harolds shushes the crowd, denying the accusations that Brody threw his way.

"Why are they taking Brody?" I whisper to Naya. "All he did was speak his mind... that's something we're still allowed to do at this school, right?" I ask, anger crawling up my spine as Brody is thrown out of the room, being taken to an unknown land with unknown consequences.

I turn to Naya awaiting her response, but instead of acknowledging me, she glues her eyes to my parents.

"I don't think that they're crazy. They're telling the truth," Naya blandly states.

"You're not serious, are you?" I snort at the thought of anyone believing this crap.

"I'm dead serious," she replies just as my mom resumes her speech from earlier on.

"As I was saying, ENFP-2's are referred to as werewolves. They have shape-shifting abilities, and can easily turn into wolves. They can be white the dangerous predators," mom whispers eerily, a small smile climbing up her face.

Creepy much?

"Then the last type, ENFP-3's are known as vampires. They are the strongest of the supernaturals. Similar to the legends, they feed on blood and have incredible speed and strength. But because of this, they are also the rarest supernaturals," dad finishes for her, looking at the audience with a smile.

The crowd is dead silent. What can one expect? They've just been told that their entire history of themselves and anyone they've ever known has been nothing but a lie. And to learn that they are the creatures that society has learned to fear since childhood. What more can one say?

What can I say?

My parents hid this from me. They must have been working on this for years... but they never told me. They never hid their findings from me. Especially since I was going to take over their lab one day. They liked keeping me in the loop of things.

So why didn't they tell me?

"So to make the transition into your supernatural selves smoother, over the next week or so, both doctors will be conducting testing gene testing on every student to detect which sort of ENFP gene they have. We will be going by grade and will be pulling you out of classes for this. Once your ENFP type has been determined, your electives will be chosen based on that so that you can educate yourselves further on your abilities," Mr. Harolds informs the crowd full of students.

Groans emit from the audience at the thought of dropping electives for 'Supernatural Learning', and while that I didn't mind, what scared me was the testing.

As if someone read my mind, a question emerged from the audience.

"What's this gene testing thing going to look like?" the girl shouted from her seat, concern written all over her face.

Mom decides to answer this question.

"Excellent inquiry. It will be conducted via blood testing. We will drain approximately 1 liter of blood from each student, and because of how tricky this process is, the blood must be drained slowly... so each test could take up to two hours. Obviously, from there, blood samples must be sent to the lab to analyze your ENFP type."

A shiver runs down my spine. I hate needles. Not hate, but despise, fear, feel threatened of them.

It's a phobia really.

So how can I sit in one place with a needle stuck in my arm as it slowly drains the life from me?

I don't know.

As if reading my mind, my father adds on to my mother's words.

"There's nothing to be afraid of in this process. We have ensured that this process will be as painless as possible. And this is coming from parents who have a child afraid of these sorts of procedures. In fact, she's a student here, and we'd do anything to protect her. So know that if we're protecting our Ember, we're trying to protect you all, because everyone is going to receive the same procedure," he states, motioning his hand in my direction.

Embarrassment fills my face as heat overtakes my body and I feel my face turn red. Heads turn in my direction, briefly eying me, and then turning back to my parents.

Why are they putting me in the spotlight?

No. No. No.

What are they doing? What is this? This entire presentation... are they high? They can't be serious, can they?

Supernaturals... powers? Who drops the bomb like that? Aren't supernatural abilities supposed to be revealed through some crazy voodoo event? Like they do in movies and tv shows.

This is not how things are supposed to be. This is too unreal. Too casual. Am I supposed to just soak up this information like the ABCs? Because I'm not.

And god only knows what's going to happen after this.