Jubilee didn't remember how she got to bed that night, last thing she remembered was crying in the kitchen. She looked at her hand, someone had put salve on the cuts, had bandaged everything, so it looked okay again. Instead of being happy she was okay, Jubilee felt only fear. Someone had found her, someone knew what had happened, and it was only a matter of time before Professor found out and sent her away. Maybe that's what I want she thought imagining how different things would be if she wasn't here. She'd never have to see Bobby again, she could start over somewhere else, somewhere where no one knew her. She could totally change her image, become someone new, someone that didn't have a messed up reputation.
"I'm leaving," Jubilee whispered softly her worried expression changing into a smile as she slid the suitcase out from under the bed and began to pack all her belongings. Then she stopped. "No, I don't need any of this, just my money, I'll buy new clothes that don't reveal anything, I'll be just the opposite of me," she announced to no one. But someone heard. The same someone who had brought Jubilee to her room last night, the same someone who had given Bobby a black eye for hurting Jubilee, the same someone who loved Jubilee and didn't have the guts to admit it yet.