I walked in, glad for once that I had Mrs. Floyd. Mrs. Floyd may be a great art teacher, but she never notices anything about anyone. She never notices anyone coming in late, either.

That is another reason why almost everyone is always late to her class and they never get caught.

I sat down at my desk in time to see a guy who sits beside me mouth, "Where were you?"

This guy, a human, was Rodney, Rod for short. I met him in third grade and we've been best friends ever since. "Just got here late, that's all," I mouthed at him.

Mrs. Floyd looked up, looking like she finally realized she had a class, and began. We did the same thing as usual; we opened our sketch-pads and drew the usual item that was on her desk, this time being an apple. We drew a human face and used any kind of median to color it. I was shading my face that I had drawn with charcoal when a notebook folded in fourths appeared on my desk.

I looked at Rodney and he motioned me to open it. I did and Rodney had written on the paper, "You look tired. Is something wrong?"

I was surprised. He usually didn't notice when I was tired from "jumping". How did he notice this time?

Rodney used a little bit of charcoal under his real eyes and rubbed it, making it look like he hadn't slept for days. He motioned at his eyes then at mine.

So that's how he found out, I thought. My eyes. My mom always said that my eyes almost always gave my emotions away, especially when I was tired.

I wrote "Feel like if I haven't slept for days" on the paper and handed it to him. He read it and nodded, giving a sympathetic shrug.

Finally, Mrs. Floyd said, "Turn in your drawings and you can use the rest of the period, which is only five minutes, to visit." We turned it in and when we sat down, Rodney told me, "I also feel like I haven't slept for days."

I just shrugged, but I knew that it wasn't the same. I really haven't slept for days, and with "jumping" and all, I was getting even more tired. Maybe I should sleep once I got home, I doubt I would get much homework today…

"Hey Jazmin," said Rodney suddenly, "do you know how to take off the charcoal off my face? I can't get it off."

I chuckled. Leave it to Rodney to distract me from my thoughts.

I led him to the sink, and with soap and water, washed off the charcoal off. I used my thumbs to wipe it off and said with a smirk, "Done."

"Thanks, Jazmin," Rodney said.

He hadn't looked at his reflection to make sure I really taken it off, and was thanking me. Weird.

I smiled and said, "You're welcome."

The bell rung and I grabbed my stuff for second bock. I ran to second block, Language Arts, and barely made it.

The whole day went like that, almost arriving late. In all my classes, we did our assignments and that was it. There wasn't homework, which I was grateful for. If I had any homework, I would have probably fainted with exhaustion.

Even though I did all this, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the humans from earlier and my family. Specifically, on our powers. I knew what we were or our powers aren't something horrible, but I still felt guilty about the two humans. Just because they were a risk and could have heard us or see the car appear, my brother had to destroy their memories.

I felt bad and there was only one person I could talk to about things like this.

After the final bell rung and school was out, I found my brother and told him what I needed to do. He nodded and got into the truck and drove away. I stared after the truck as it disappeared. I nodded in his direction, even though he wouldn't be able to see it, and turned toward the school building.

I walked inside and my footsteps echoed through the hallways. I went into the nearest girl's bathroom and made sure no one was in there. After making sure no one was in there, I "jumped".

I arrived in a hallway, similar to the ones in school, except this one had the walls painted a velvet-color and it seemed enchanting somehow. I cleared my throat as I walked toward the kitchen.

I finally called out, "Aunt Josephine?"