New Life part 5

I was momentarily blinded as I stepped through the doorway. I heard two disturbingly loud thuds and some gasps. Strangely enough, I could smell the fear and shock, almost coppery and tangy, which provided a sharp contrast to the weird floral air freshener.
I regained my sight and saw two women on the floor, out cold, three men in front of me, and another woman checking to make sure the passed out women were all right. Chris was standing by his dad. Mark and Matt were trying to wake their respective mothers.
Mark's dad spoke first. "What the h*ll?" His voice was surprisingly deep for a skinny 5'5" guy.
Matt's dad spoke next: "Is that really you, Kyle?"
"It is," I responded, my voice no higher than a whisper.
Chris's dad looked thoughtful. "Well, I for one don't think we need to know what happened. We'll just accept that you changed. How does that sound?"
All of them agreed. "Thank you, it is good to know…" I couldn't continue because my throat had closed from emotion.
Chris's dad walked up to me and patted me on the shoulder. "You're still Kyle. Nothing will change that."
Mark's dad spoke jovially. "Well, now that that is out of the way, who wants to eat? I started the grill already; it should be only a couple minutes before the burgers are done."
Matt's dad stopped us before we could file into the kitchen. "That sounds great, but I believe we are forgetting something…" He looked meaningfully at the women on the floor. We laughed, embarrassed, and lifted the two onto chairs. Chris's mom looked at me, curiosity evident on her face, and then hugged me. "It's good to see you alive," she said softly. She let go and strode into the kitchen. Everyone else followed.

After a quiet lunch (in which Matt's and Mark's moms woke up, and relaxed only after I reassured them many times in soft tones), all the parents left, and Matt, Mark, Chris, and I were alone.
"That went better than expected," I remarked.
"Yup. Now what are we going to do?" Matt asked.
We ended up playing video games, eating burgers we made over a fire I started, then roasting marshmallows and talking. It was a great evening, and when I went to bed that night, I had a smile on my face- the first time in a very long time.

I spent Monday doing nothing but flying, playing video games, and checking my school supplies. I went to bed that night with many questions on my mind:
How would my classmates and teachers react?
Would I still be allowed to go to school?
What would my new life be like?

I fell into a troubled sleep, with jumbled dreams of dragons, fame, death, rejection, love, humans, light, and darkness.
The only thing in the dream was my voice. I said one sentence in a monotone.
"My new life is beginning."