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My hands ache from the way I'm gripping the steering wheel. Flora's right Musa was way out of line.

Musa has her head laying against the window. Her eyes were open but I could tell she wasn't really seeing.

"Riven?"

I grunt in response.

"Riven," she says again not liking my lack of words.

"What?" I ask. My voice is forced, ruff. I didn't want to answer. I look over at Musa, her eyes are shiny.

I sigh. There was no way I was going to be mad at her for long even though Flora was clearly pissed. Flora wasn't going to get over this easily just hopefully she wouldn't do anything rash. She was somewhat unpredictable when she was upset especially if she was scared. Good thing Helia said he would walk her home.

Musa's phone beeps. We pull up to a red light. I slowly ease on the brakes. She shows me her phone. I sigh again before turning right, the opposite way of home

I slowly turned the doorknob and gave it a hard push. The overpowering smell of alcohol was suffocating. It was a small bar. I walked over to the bartender, Musa walking at my heels.

"I was about to call him a cab," the bartender says pointing down the bar. There sat a man leaning over his cup. He is sort of short and somewhat round. On his head you tell he is balding though his remaining hair is whitish grey. It's Musa's dad.

Musa sucks in her breath when she sees her father.

I place a hand on his shoulder. "Mr Melody?"

"Don't touch me," he shouts his words slurring.

"Sir," I says as I try to get him out of his seat.

"I said don't touch me," he shouts again this time turning with his fist tightly clenched.

Musa gasps squeezing her eyes shut.

His momentum has him so that even if he wanted to stop the punch he wouldn't be able to. I use this to my advantage and use his swinging momentum to pull his arm over my shoulder to help him stand.

"Unhand me," he says as his body goes slightly limp.

Everyone is staring. Musa slides money over to the bartender gives him a nod that clearly says thanks. He gives her a sad nod in return.

"Nothing to see here," I announce. The people turn away like they are embarrassed to be caught watching such a scene.

"You ok?" I ask as I start the car up again.

She nods. "Riven I know the things I said today were wrong.."

I snort. She hesitates glancing sideways before taking a deep breath and continuing.

"But I just can't do it anymore. My mom is gone, my dad is a mess. I don't what to do. I probably lost all my friends. No one understands," she says.

I can tell she's on the verge of tears which is strange because she's normally quite tough. A hiccup comes from the back. What was he thinking getting drunk like that. Both him and Musa are horrible at dealing with grief.

Musa slams her hand down on the middle compartment separating us. "Are you going to say something?"

"Musa to be honest I'm mad right now and I don't want to say something I might regret," I say slow so that every word can seep in.

"What is that supposed to mean!"

"It means that you are not the and Tecna are! Do you even know what you said to them? You know that Tecna has trouble showing emotions. You know that Stella hasn't spoken to her dad for almost the whole summer," I say forcefully but quiet because I'm not trying to wake up her know sleeping dad.

"That's unfair Riven. I've been through so much. Today was just a hard day, you don't know what's like!"

"I don't need to know what's like to know that you don't treat your friends like that. It's one thing if you want to miserably but if you're harming anyone in the process, it's wrong."

Musa closes her eyes and turns away.

I sigh once again. "Look Musa I'm not mad at you but I know you have a lot of apologising and ass kissing to do," I say a smile playing on my lips.

She turns farther from me but still tries to stifle a choke of a laugh.

Helia's pov

"Flora wait up," I call to the retreating brunette.

We are already a good distance from the Frutti Music Bar when she turns around. She seems shocked it's me but the smiles. WOW. That smile though.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just walking you home," I scratch the back of my head though it doesn't really itch. Kind of a nervous habit I picked up. Wait, does Flora make me nervous?

I shake my head. Flora staring at me like she's trying to figure me out.

"To be honest I thought you were Riven," is all she says and says quite sadly.

"I guess a lot has changed since I've been gone. I'm right I know I am but he didn't follow me. He chose 'her' side."

I can't tell if she's talking to me or herself so I just nod. Flora and Riven must have been really close. She shakes her head just like I did. We continue on our way walking side by side in a awkward silence when suddenly a loud rumbling sound disturbs the peace. I'm shocked so I look around for the source of the sound. My eyes land on Flora, laughter fills my lungs until I have no choice but to let out.

Flora has her hand on her stomach, her cheeks are a deep red.

"Stop it," Flora orders playfully, slapping me on the arm.

I continue laughing. "Are you hungry?"

She nods now laughing at my continuous laughter.

"Come on," I say walking up to a small shop.

"Where are you going?"

A teasing small spreads across my face "Aren't you hungry?"

She give a beautiful laugh before running to catch up with me.

We leave the store with two sandwiches and two small bottles of coke. I'm carrying the bag. Flora is tucking her money into her pocket. She had taken out her money to pay for her own food but I insisted I'd pay despite her protest.

"So…" Flora starts rubbing her forearms.

I've noticed that she does that when she's nervous.

"Tell me about Musa," she says.

I sigh. "She's not bad. I've known her since we were kids. Her mother's death was really hard on her and on her dad. Musa sometimes doesn't think about what she says when it comes to emotions. She went to far tonight though. Some people are just better at hiding their emotions."

She nods then smiles. "Enough about her, I want to know about you."

"There's not much about me to know. Um. I have two older brothers and an older sister. My brothers are seniors, and my sister is a freshmen in college," I tell her.

"That sounds like fun," she laughs.

"Yeah totally," I say sarcastically.

"Do they go to our school?"

I snort. "Unforcantally. I don't know why they just can't go to another nearby school since Gardena encourages creativity and different art classes."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean Gardena has many classes to chose from. You have to take the core classes but then all the classes are shorter so you can have as many extra classes as possible,besides Ms. F believes that shorter classes will stop the students from getting bored," I explain.

"Wow!" is all Flora can say and I don't blame her. Gardena High School is amazing.

(Ok this school might seem a bit unrealistic but come on doesn't this sound amazing. Makes me wish Ms. F was my principle.)

We arrive at Riven and Flora's house and sit on the porch steps. Riven hasn't gotten back yet, he's probably taking Musa home.

We open our sandwiches and Flora makes a satisfied sound when she takes a bite.

"Thanks Helia," she says.

For about half an hour we eat and talk. Flora tells me a little about Europe. I tell her about school, the winx and the specialist. We never run out of things to talk about and I can tell Flora is really listening, grasping onto every word.

"So Helia…" she starts when her face is lit up by the headlights of a car.

Her eyes are wide and refuse to blink in the sudden light.

She gets up gathers her things and makes her way for the front door leaving me sitting alone in the steps.

"Flora wait! Where are you going?" I call.

She turns back towards the light with her arm raised to cover her eyes. She looks towards the house then at me.

I get it. It's Riven. She mad at him and she's avoiding him. I nod to tell her I understand before taking her phone from her tightened hand and enter my number. I look up to see her smiling.

"See you tomorrow?" I didn't mean for it to sound like a question.

"See you, thanks for walking me," she whispers before entering the house with a swoosh.

I turn around right as Riven is walking up the stairs. "What was that about?" he grunts.

"She seems to be upset with you," I say in a slight teasing voice. I know how far I go when it come to saying things to Riven. If I go too far I'm pretty sure he could beat the shit out of me.

Riven doesn't respond to my tease just simply says. "Thanks for walking her home."

"Anytime," I pat his shoulder as I walk past.

I wonder if falling for his sister is 'going to far.'

It doesn't take me long to get home. The door is unlocked as I push it open the smell of dinner fills the house. Mom will be mad when she finds out I already ate. I silently close the door behind me.

"Helia is that you?" my mom's voice calls from the kitchen.

I cringe. "Yeah mom, it's me."

I walk into the kitchen the twins Aki and Haru are at the table. Aki translates to autumn and Haru to spring in Japanese. My oldest sister Selene means moon in greek and mine means sun. Though mine unforcantally mine happens to be a girl's name. My mom is Japanese and my dad is Greek so you see how that happened.

Mom is stirring something in a pot when I give her a kiss on the cheek.

"How was your day," she asks looking up at me. She isn't very tall.

"It was good. Sorry I was late I went to the Frutti Music Bar then walked my friend home," I explain.

She doesn't look mad but I know she doesn't like when people are late.

"Okay," she say excepting my explanation.

I breathe a sigh of relief but instantly get tense again when two arms sling around my shoulders. Aki is on my left and Haru on my right. They are twins and look identical but Haru wears his hair long in a bun in the back of his head. Aki has short hair. Like my mom I have dark hair but Haru and Aki have dark brown hair from my dad.

"What's going on little brother?" Aki asks though I can tell he's just trying to get on my nerves.

"Nothing," I reply swatting their arms of my shoulders.

"Oh come on!" Haru calls as I turn my back to them and make my way for the stairs.

I roll my eyes but don't stop till I'm all the way up the stairs. My room is the last door. Selene's door is closed she's at school anyway. I miss her even though she was little ms. perfect. She made it very hard for my brothers and I to live up to her. She got a scholarship and is planning on going to medical school.

Aki plays football (american) and Haru plays soccer and basketball for Gardena. They are both very good. While all I do is draw and write poetry. My parents will never say this but I know they are disappointed that their youngest won't live up to their three older children.

My grandfather Saladin is probably the only one that really gets me. He doesn't live far so I spend a lot of time at his house.

I lay down on my bed, on my back. I close my eyes and try to sleep.

"Helia! Mom says come down for dinner," I hear Aki's voice say though my now open door.

"I already ate," I reply without opening my eyes.

"Okay…." He says closing my door. He stops. "Hella…."

I wait for him to go on.

"Nothing."

There is a clicking sound. Then silence.

I shoot up. My breathing rough. Sweat has stained my shirt. I peel it if of my body to help cool myself down.

I reach for my phone. It's 3:39 am. Great there is no way I'm going back to sleep after a dream like that.

I often have nightmares that prevent me from going back to sleep.

Most of the dreams is me and my dad, two years ago. We're driving when we get into an accident. I get hurt but not as badly as my dad. He's dead. He was dead and I knew as soon as I saw him. A police officer does CPR. He's back.

I relive that moment in my sleep all the time. I see the broken front window and my dad's body sprawled out on the hood of the car. I remember the blood in the glass and the ringing in my ears. It's the same every time.

I haven't had the dream all summer. I had gotten used to the nightmare but it seemed ten times more real. I take a shaky breath.

The only way to get through tonight, to get through the nightmare is to draw.

Layla's pov

It's Friday finally. Five days after the dreadful first day of school. I'm exaggerating a little but I do not like school. Unlike some of the winx I don't due to well in school and my parents never let me forget it. The only thing I look forward to in school is seeing my friends all my extra classes like dance.

I make my way down the stairs of my rather large house. In the kitchen my dad is reading the newspaper and my mom is working on the computer.

"Good morning," I say to the announcing my presence. Mom looks up a scowl on her face. "Layla, what on earth are you wearing?"

I look down at my loose black crop top, open red and black plaid shirt and ripped jeans.

"Uh, a shirt," I say trying to lighten the already dark mood.

"Good morning to you too," I mutter under my breath.

"What was that? You know how I feel about muttering. Speak up. And I'm not joking Layla. Is that even within the rules of your dress code?"

I shrug. Dad looks up at me, makes a funny face that he doesn't want mom to see.

I snicker and Mom spins around to look at her husband. He quickly goes back to his newspaper and when she turns back to me, I'm walking away.

"We're not done young lady, It's rude to walk away when someone is talking to you," she scolds.

Right as I'm about to fire back, beeps come from outside.

Mom and I sigh in unison. Mine a sigh of relief and her's a frustrated one.

I kiss her and dad on the cheek despite her scowl.

When I get outside Nabu is leaning against the front of the car. He looks up from his phone and smiles. "Ready to go?"

I nod and accept the small hug he gives.

Minutes later we pull into the parking lot at school right on time to see Flora and Helia walking. They both live pretty close to school and every morning this week they walked together. It's cute and when Stella teased Flora about it, i've never seen someone that red. She insists that they are just friends and that he is just easy to talk to. She says they have a lot in common.

Flora and I have gotten close in the past week,I feel like i've known her longer but she seems to have that effect on people. When she walks in she lights up a room she makes people want to be friends with her. Sometimes I envy that.

"You ok," Nabu asks as we make our to the building.

I tell him about my thoughts. I can tell him anything.

He grabs my hand so I look at him.

"You don't need to light up a room when you walk in because you lit up my life when you walked in."

I smile, then laugh. "That was so corny."

"It was, wasn't it?" he laughs.

He wraps his arm around my shoulders and I know he meant it.

The hallways are crowded usual. And right in the middle of it all is a girl on the ground looking up with a frightened look on her face. Her books lay scattered on the floor.

Melanie looks shocked her eyes still partly closed. A smoothie covering her shirt and an empty cup at her feet.

"Watch where you're going freak!" she shrieks.

I cringe at the sound of her shrill voice. People are now staring at the girl but nobody moves to help her. Nobody wants to face the wrath of Melanie.

Oh for heaven's sake! Still nobody moves.

I struggle to remember the girl's name. Martha? No…. Myrtle? "Mirta!" I say suddenly confident knowing her name.

She turns towards me and so does everyone in the whole hallway. I walk quickly and stand between Melanie and Mirta, turn my back to the barbie and help Mirta off the floor.

Nabu follows and collects her books.

"Go away Layla! This has nothing to do with you." Melanie snarls.

I turn to face her, Mirta now standing behind me. "Yes it does," I say. "It has to do with everyone."

I glare at the bystanders who look on awkwardly and some look ashamed.

"I'm warning you Layla, she's a target and you're getting in the way of the dart!" and with that she flips her hair and stomps away, heels clicking on the tile floors. A couple ass kissing girls follow the 'most popular girl' in school, asking if she is okay.

She's most likely retreating to the bathroom to clean the mess from her shirt.

"Move along!" I yell at the small crowd that gathered.

They immediately scatter.

"Layla did it again!"

"Melanie and Layla have been fighting for years."

"Looks like Layle saved another loser from Melanie."

"What a loser, Melanie gave her just what she deserved."

The crowds voices fill my ears and there is no doubt that Mirta can hear the too.

"Hey you okay?" I ask red haired girl.

She nods stiffly. "Yeah thanks."

"Hey don't listen to that manipulating bitch. She has no idea what she's talking about."

She manages a small laugh. I look to Nabu who is carrying her dropped books. I give him a small nod.

"I'll walk you to class," he says to Mirta.

"No, you don't have too, you'll be late for class," she argues.

"It's cool, I insist." He quickly kisses my lips before he lets Mirta lead the way to her class.

"Thanks again for saving me," Mirta calls other her shoulder.

I smile. Sure, I've saved almost everyone but the only person I can't save is me.

Tecna's pov

Math is my favorite class. Not because I'm a nerd which in fact I am but because every question has an answer. No matter how hard it is to find there is always an answer.

So when I took my seat in Mr. Harper's math class I could feel my hands shaking in excitement.

"Please open your textbooks to page twenty three, Tommy why don't you start." Mr. Harper says adjusting his small glasses.

The class snickers as Timmy raises his hand to correct the teacher. "Um my name's Timmy sir."

"Ah I'm sorry Timothy," apologises the teacher before gesturing Timmy to read.

Timmy reads aloud the methods and algorithms from the book. He reads clearly and only stutters a couple times due to his normal shy behavior. After he finishes Mr. Harper calls on a couple more students to read.

"Stella why don't you go."

Her head shoots up from where she is mindlessly doodling in her notebook. She looks confused at first the flips through her textbook in a panicky manner.

"Twenty five!" I whisper.

She gives me a grateful smile then starts reading at the top of the page. Honestly it's no wonder Stella's math grade have always been rocky, she never pays attention in class. She doesn't study for tests, she won't even do her homework.

Stella stutters clumsily over the words,reading slow and squinting at the page. She switches letters around in words as she nervously bounces her leg under the table. The The snickering and voices of my classmates are loud even though they try to be quiet.

"Looks like Stella hasn't changed at all. Still can't do a math problem to save her life." A boy in the back says.

"How did that dumb blonde pass last year?" A girl asks her friend who laughs.

Stella's face is burning red she looks down at her paper as her eyes suddenly look shiny. I don't understand why Stella is letting these people get to her. I was just a small mistake. She was just nervous.

Brandon who is sitting behind her grips the sides of his desk.

Oh come on don't blow up now.

"And so x equals twenty four if you use the method right," I read aloud. I finish her sentence and the rest of her assigned part.

She gives me a tearful look that I know is meant to be a thank you. I just saved Stella from further embarrassment and Brandon from doing something he might regret. I'm going to have to talk to Stella about her grades later.

"Okay class, that's it for today go ahead a talk amongst yourselves. Ms. Solaria can I see you for a sec?"

Groups gather as voices fill the once quiet classroom. Brandon and Timmy talk, it's obvious that Timmy is trying to calm Brandon down after the scene during reading.

Honestly Brandon is going to get himself into trouble if he doesn't work on his anger issues. Getting angry like that is not logical at all especially here where you're judge on every move you make.

"What was that about?"

I turn startled. Flora is standing there genuine confusion on her face.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you."

"No it's fine, I forgot you were in this class" I say awkwardly pushing my pink hair out of my eyes.

She smiles like that statement didn't bother her in the slightest. I can't tell if she just doesn't care or if she's hiding her disappointment of not being noticed.

Ever since Flora stood up for me at the Frutti Music Bar I don't know what to say to her.

Do I thank her. Thank her for yelling at my best friend then storming out.

I'm so confused. I forgive Musa, she's my best friend that's what we do you forgive each other. But this new girl comes gets in Musa's face and gets away with it. Do I stick up for Musa even though she was the one who hurt me and caused Flora to stand up for me in the first place.

Maybe Musa was right maybe I don't have any emotions. Because only someone with no emotions would consider yelling at the person that stuck up for you.

"Is Stella okay? She seem really upset during reading."

Why does she care how my friends feel. She just got here. She just met them. Why is she acting like she has known them all her life.

"Yeah she probably fine," I snap not holding back on any of the bitterness in my voice.

Flora takes a step back, a look of shock on her face. She shakes it off so quickly that I'm not sure if she even heard me. "Okay….then how is Musa? Is she feeling better from Monday?"

"What?" I ask the word quick off my tongue.

"I mean I haven't spoken to her since that night," she shrugs.

How can she just shrug like that and act like that whole moment isn't a big deal. Like like it was exactly what is was, a moment.

"She is fine. Musa, Stella and I talked it out and everything is fine," I say. "Why haven't you two spoken?"

"Don't know, but I'm letting her come to me. I didn't do anything wrong."

"So you're mad at her?"

"Nope not at all."

Okay this girl is driving me crazy she acts as if life is one big fairy tale. And I know she was adopted and such but that just means her parents aren't her biological parents. She still has a family and by the looks of it everything she could possible want.

Flora then gives me a small smile as if that alone says goodbye, and walks off to greet Stella who is now done talking to the teacher.

I don't like Flora she's new, she's changing everything. I don't like change. Change is scary, change isn't like a math problem.

Flora isn't like a math problem, I can't figure her out. Flora isn't like a math problem because she doesn't have a answer. At least not one that I know how to figure out.

Hello, sorry it has been so long. It's been almost a month since I last updated. I've been real busy this past month with sports and school. I've also been a little under the weather (don't really know how to explain). Anyways I hope everyone had a merry Christmas or any other holiday you celebrate. I will try to update as much as possible in the new year.

Thanks so much for reading and please leave a review to tell me what you think.