“Really? Even after I snapped at you?”
“Well you are human and all humans have emotions even if they keep it bottled up, they are still there.”
“If you want to know the answers to your questions you have to not tell anybody. Got it.”
“Got it.”
“Follow me.”
I walked back and opened the janitor’s closet again. Once he followed me inside I turned on my flashlight and I told him everything. I told him what my mother told me. I told him what I heard on TV. I told him what happened at school. I told him what happened at home. I told him about the passage. I told him the truth.
“Wow. So you’re the descendant of Edgar Allen Poe and your mother kept it from you for a long time and showed you how to write in code and she showed you a secret passageway. On TV this morning you heard a gang called “The Midnight Howlers” were involved in Edgar Allen Poe’s death and some people at school may have found out so you ran home and saw a suspicious van. You then wrote on the walls and ran into a secret passageway which was built a long time ago to protect your family just in case anything like this happened. Then you found a door to get out and it led you into that janitor’s closet.” he said so hurriedly I could barely understand him, “WOW!”
“I know! Why is it that I had to be Pollen Leena Poe? I would gladly give it all up if that means that I am able to live a normal life.” I told Zayden.
“Well no one has a normal life. Life isn’t a story where you can write a happy ending or anything.” Zayden responded.
“So what are we going to do?” he asked.