Eyes didn't stop starring at the new female student, dressed in red. Many weren't expecting a new student nor did they expect her to look the way she did. It was...unsettling to say the least, with the students eyes on you walking down the hall with Will and the others. Caleb was right by you. It was good that he was because your emotions where hoping here and there. But, you forced yourself to remain calm and cool, keeping your concentration on your glamour to not rise anything was enough, to add being holder right for the Heart of Serenity emotions needed to remain in check. Luba informed you of that much. It was hard when every ounce of you wanted to scream for your son.

Know where he was, if he was safe? What was your...mother you bitterly say..was doing to him. There was no doubt in your mind he was terrified and seeking you. His mother, he did so whenever he was frighten and you'd be right there. Always.

Now, you were torn away.

You couldn't hold him. Look upon his face the moment you woke up or read him a goodnight story. None of those things, you came here to Earth to make sure and ensure he had a life, a better one. Away from all that magic and...fighting. You didn't risk it all to have it..taken away.

You needed your son.

You needed him now!

"It's okay," Caleb whispered to you, feeling your rising tension. The other noticed it too, as some of the students suddenly became upset then started crying out of the blue.

Others stopped and looked on. "Rosie," Caleb took your hand quickly, giving it a comforting squeeze. Cornelia on your other side rest a hand on your shoulder to console you.

Feeling their calmness, take a breath and calm down. Seconds after those students stopped. "Maybe, this isn't a good idea," Tarnee suggested stopping before your locker. Opening it for you. Will looked back the students. She understood her friend's concern. "I mean, don't get me wrong," she kept going taking out some books and putting your things in. "you're total strong teach, it's just well.."her voice lowered and eyes quickly looked around making sure others didn't hear. "she just started with the heart and well...it's powers are a bit...umm..."

Hay Lin jumped in. "Yeah, we know. But, if we all stay with Miss Hutchins," Irma elbowed her. "Opps, hehe, I mean Rosie we can help in a way to keep it at bay. Especially you Tarnee with your mind powers and stuff."

Will added so more. "Which is why you two are in most of the classes together and we all take P.E. together. You can help Rosie keep things together. For now. Until we figure out how to make this power under some sort of control. That and the fact you are in more advanced classes ranging in Rosie's grade level."

Taranee gave it a thought, it made sense. Sighing she nodded, turned to you. Holding your books. You took them, quickly reading the spine of the subject. While Irma read off you schedule.

"So, first you have Literature, then some hard math class-"

"That would be Statistics," Taranee stated.

"-Yeah, like I said some hard math class," Irma repeated, still going. "after that history, then lunch. After that we've got P.E. finally science. Oh wait, I missed something. It says here..."she mumbled a bit. "What? Art?" She knew right away who added that class, slide her eyes to Hay Lin.

Who had on a big smile. "What?" she said, draping an arm around your shoulders. Buddy like. "The arts are a good thing, Miss Hutch-I mean Rosie here can have some ways to express herself. Trust me, you'll love it!"

Her giddiness wasn't really rubbing off on you, yet she kept it up. "That's fine," you said taking the schedule from Irma, reading it over yourself. "let's just get started. So, literature?"

Following Taranee after everyone separated heading to their first class, Caleb gave you a tight hug that turned a few heads. He didn't want to let go, you could feel it in the strength of his arms. Like he was trying to hold you together, it mirrored the same hug you use to give him...after losing your father. He cried and you took him in your arms and held the way he did. Keeping together, squeezing out all the tears he shed.

How the roles changed, you hugged him back of course. He promised to see you soon and to be strong, a word you felt cracked more and more. After a more seconds and assuring hugs from the others, head to class. Taranee walked in with you and introduced you to the teacher, whom you already knew. Mr. Collins, a semi-blading man in his late 40's. Thick goatee and eyebrows that almost covered his eyes. Dressed in dark pants and suspenders, with a white collared shirt and red bow-tie. A strange attire but that was how he wore it. He seem surprised to have a new student, but Taranee assured him that you were starting today.

And she was right. You introduced yourself to everyone in class, by the name of Rosie Olsen-Julien. Elder cousin of Matt Olsen, to the classes surprise, you moved here from Paris, where you lived for the last few years, and decided to spend your last year here.

Though your voice and expression was rather monotone, despite Taranee's stressing gestures for you to smile or something. Your eyes just gazed right over her, how could you smile? When your thoughts remained on your son, feeling those feelings start to rise clench your hand. It was caught by Taranee, quickly she acted using her telepathy on you. To calm you down and refocus you. Taking a few calming breaths finish your introduction and take your seat right next to her. Ignoring the eyes that followed.

"Sorry," you whispered to her, taking out your book.

She gave you an uncertain yet understanding look. "I-It's okay."

Opening her book too, turned her attention the front of class just as the lesson began.

Being a student was just weird, sitting here in the room with a former collogue, someone you use to talk to in the teacher's lounge. Now was your teacher and you were here writing down every thing from his lecture. Absently writing what he had, your hand did the movements but your mind remained drifted. With your free hand twiddle with the heart. This was going to be more of a challenge than Taranee thought. She told the others you weren't ready, but they insisted. Sure this was the best way to keep track of you and the heart, but...was it right?

Trying to focus on her studies, while keeping track of your mental and emotional state was a task all in its own. Taranee felt herself becoming mentally tired. Once class was over, she was more than happy. Gathering and collecting everything, with you quickly head out to the next class. On the way there she got a text from the girls. Mainly from Cornelia on how the first class went. Unsure whether to tell the truth or not, she gave an answer that seem right. Responding, tucked her phone away arriving to the next class. Saw you just standing there at the door, frozen. Your eyes wider than normal and locked on something.

"Umm, Rosie," she goes over to you. "what is it?" There was no response, following the direction your eyes stared saw what it was. Made her heart stop for a moment and mouth nearly drop. She couldn't believe it, blinking a few times to make sure. Even adjusted her glasses, this had to be some mistake...it had to they made sure that the schedules weren't matched up.

They'd...they'd be separate from you, Matt was to be with them or Caleb with one class at least. Not here...it was no wonder your brows drew together in harden scowl that lashed at them. While returned the expression with a smile of utmost satisfaction on their lips.

Walked over boldly, feeling you about to react Taranee managed to step before you, looked to them. "What are you doing here? You don't have this class." she demanded.

Phobos chuckled lightly, your blood boiled, which spread his smile more. His eyes remain on you, answering her question with a smirk. "I do now, what are the odds it would be together? I'm sure we'll solve all our problems, wouldn't you say?"