I wake up feeling dizzy. It almost took a few minutes before I realized that I am flatly lying on the cold floor, face down. My body hurts like hell.

I first notice the vast and magnificent floors. It's very majestic looking. Am I in a mansion or castle? Or somewhere a rich person lives in?

I looked up and saw someone's face who has deep emerald green eyes with long, black, curly hair in front of me.

"GUYS!" I heard him yelled. "GUYS!" he repeated.

"What is it again, Eight?" I heard someone responded in an exasperated tone.

Later on, I heard footsteps coming towards our location.

"Who is this?"

"Who is that?"

"I just said that."

Surprisingly, I felt someone is poking my back. I groaned and turned around.

"Who are you?" a girl with a long, dark hair and thoughtful eyes politely asks, looking still tall despite of her kneeling position.

I started to get myself together and slowly get up, still sitting on the floor.

"Where am I?" I ask at the girl kneeling beside me.

"You know, woman? How about you try not to answer our question with an another question? Now, who are you?" a tall, muscular guy with long, dark hair asks in an irritatedly tone.

"Nine, calm down," a very attractive guy with dark blonde hair interrupts.

And there it hit me. "Nine?" I uttered. I can tell that everyone is looking at me right now intently.

I pinched my arm by intention. I winced in pain, closing my eyes and hoping this was just all a dream.

"You know me?" someone asks, causing to open my eyes abruptly.

Oh great, it's real. They're still here. I'm still here.

I saw him narrowing his dark eyes at me.

"Sort of. Actually not just you but all of you," I answered slowly, looking at Nine.

Now, it's evident that I have already gotten all their attention.

"What do you mean?" a tough looking girl who's undeniably beautiful with long black hair, olive-toned skin, hazel-blue-green eyes and high cheekbones queried.

"You're a Mog spy, aren't you?" Nine asks skeptically.

"No," I immediately denied, standing up. "Okay, I know I have so much explaining to do. But if you've got questions, I also have mine too. But can we talk somewhere we can sit comfortably and without you people, you aliens rather, not towering me?"

"How did you---"

I cut Marina off. "To the couch," I commanded with full of authority and I saw Nine's face, giving off a 'WHO THE FUCK SHE THINK SHE IS' look.

"Actually guys, I think she is not a Mog," I heard Eight whispered to them as we're walking towards the living room.

"Why do you say so?" I heard the little, cute girl asks but despite of her petiteness, she looks very agile and athletic.

"You see, I saw a whirlpool on the ceiling earlier. Vomitting her out from there including some of those books scattered on the floor. Do Mogs now use vortex for transpo?" Eight pursed his lips, sitting beside me.

"We don't know, they have already invented something new again," Nine counters, scrutinizing me from head to toe.

"Okay, who are you exactly?" the one beside the blonde guy asks who looks intelligent and truly beautiful girl with straight blond hair past her shoulders, ivory skin and soft blue eyes.

"My name's Lazuli Tomlinson and I am obviously not from here," I responded politely.

And I saw differently face gestures but I know that they are just trying to show me only one expression: CONFUSION.

"That's the biggest bullshit I have ever heard," Nine commented with a scoff.

"Are you also an alien?" the little girl asks again.

"You must be Ella," I looked at her with a smile, ignoring her question.

"How did you know that?" the girl who kneeled down earlier butted in.

"You must be Marina," I told her. "And Six," pointing at the toughest-looking girl in the room. I saw their eyes in total shock but I still continued the identification game.

"Sarah," points at the pretty blonde girl. "Four or John," points at the blonde guy beside her.

"Eight," looks at the guy sitting beside me. "And of course, the very rude alien in the group, Nine," I sarcastically stated while clapping my hands for more dramatic effects.

Somehow, I was starting to hate Nine. There's really a huge difference in reading and experiencing his rude behavior first hand.

"Are you sure you're not really a spy?" John skeptically inquired.

I heaved a sigh.

This is going to be a long, long day.

I just wanna thank frenchtoastss for helping me out bigtime! I'm very glad being teamed up with her in my first week. Joining the Believer Book Club was a great move afterall. I am also grateful to God for leading me to great realms 💕

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