Here's another chapter uploaded. It seems as if no one wants to review. -sigh- I guess that's typical... at least for me anyways. Enjoy... to those who actually read it.


Watching Billy leave frustrated made Emma confused. What had she said to make him act so? She just told him to forget about the girl; perhaps that was like telling herself to forget about Tancred. Was that how Billy felt? No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't get her out of his mind? Emma did not know. She just merely knew that this girl was not normal.

As Emma walked into her painting class, she received a huge surprise. There was the girl, Billy was talking about moments ago. Realizing she was the last one in, Emma quickly found a seat next to a dark browned hair girl.

"Hi, I'm Emma." she whispered to the dark browned hair girl. The girl glanced over her shoulder and without acknowledging Emma's prescience turned back around. Hm… How rude. Emma took out her sketchbook as she listened to her teacher speak. As the teacher began taking roll, Emma doodled in her sketchbook. Suddenly, a name or two caught her attention. Rhiannon Benson and Melanie Wilson. Looking up, Emma saw the girl beside her say 'Here' when the name Melanie Wilson was mentioned. So she's Melanie., huh? What a jerk.

"All right students, welcome to your first painting class." the teacher said smiling, "My name is Miss. Lina and today partner up and we are going to begin with a short warm up." Emma placed her sketchbook into her bag and turned to face Miss. Lina.

"Each day we will do a small warm up to get your creative juices flowing. Today's warm up is to simply paint a shape in different colors." Miss. Lina said. "For example, let's say you want to draw a circle." Miss. Lina picked up a marker and drew many circles on the whiteboard. Grabbing a different color, the teacher colored one of the circles, and then, grabbing another color, colored another circle. "You will simply continue to do this until you've filled in all the shapes on the page. After that, add a second color to each shape. You can not add the same color to the shape. Keep doing it until you can no longer add a color without making it a dirty color. Paper and the brushes and paint are up here. Water is in the front and in the back."

Emma stood up to gather her supplies. At this same moment she saw Melanie, on her right, stand up swiftly and speed across the room swiftly grabbing her supplies. Super speed? Emma watched as Melanie took unscrewed the painting cans and carefully dipped her brush into on of the cans. Walking to the front, she saw Rhiannon debating what colors to choose.

"What shape are you going to do Rhiannon?" Emma asked trying to strike a conversation.

"A triangle," Rhiannon said distantly. Emma watched as she floated back to her seat. Billy is right, something's strange about her… and Melanie too. Emma turned her attention back to her blank canvas. Opening a blue container, Emma carefully dipped her brush into the thick paint. Emma pressed the brush onto the canvas and began painting. As she painted this simple warm up, she began to felt at home. Art was her life and she enjoyed every minute of it. She had no idea what she would do if she could not paint. Emma was about to dip her brush into the color pink when all of a sudden she heard a scream on her left side and a crash.

Turning around, she saw Rhiannon standing up with paint on her shirt and canvas. Broken container pieces laid on the floor with blue paint spilled around it. Rhiannon looked horrified, but then her horror turned to rage as she snapped towards Melanie.

"Why on earth would you do that Melanie? You horrible creep!" Melanie laid her brush down and leaned back in her chair, yawning. This only infuriated Rhiannon more and Rhiannon shot her such a mutinous look it could've killed, if looks could kill. Melanie paid no attention and Rhiannon stomped over to her desk. Swiftly, Rhiannon swiped the containers on Melanie's table off. Jumping up, Melanie grabbed Rhiannon by the collar, "Why the hell did you do that for Rhia?"

"You did it to me first, with your dumb telekinesis powers!" Rhiannon shouted. She brushed Melanie's hand off of her and pushed her onto the desk, causing Melanie to fall over the desk. Emma backed away in shock. How could this happen on the first day? Emma walked towards Rhiannon to pull her back. Melanie was on the floor, obviously in pain, while Rhiannon's face grew red with fury as she walked slowly towards her, preparing for the next blow. However, Miss. Lina got to her first and fiercely pulled her by the arm.

"Rhiannon! I'm ashamed with you. I understand you are new here at Bloor's but please! Under no circumstances should you be acting like this."

"She started it ma'am!" Rhiannon shouted. She was furious and frustrated. Emma watched as the cold hard girl she had met earlier was now fiery and violent.

"Your paint container spilt and crashed to the floor," the teacher said calmly, "That has nothing to do with Melanie, dear."

"It has everything to do with her. She's never liked me and she's always using her powers on me. She did it on purpose." Rhiannon cried, gesturing angrily. For a second, Emma thought Miss. Lina might have lost all control but to her surprise, the teacher merely heaved a sigh and said authoritatively, "Rhiannon, please leave my classroom. You are to stand out there and not wonder. I will speak to you shortly, after I have dealt with this mess." Rhiannon glared at her for the longest time, Emma thought she would refuse, but after some seconds, Rhiannon whipped her head around and headed for the door, acting as if she did not care. As Rhiannon made her way, Emma caught a quick glimpse of disgust from her meant for Melanie. Rhiannon opened the door and slammed it shut.

A moment of silence filled the room as no one could believe what had happened on the very first day of class. It seemed like no one wanted to break the silence. Everyone just simply watched Melanie as she picked herself and brushed the dust off of her. Twitching her lip, Melanie stared down at her paint filled shirt. Finally, a young girl spoke from the group. "Ma'am," she said softly, "What's going to happen now?"

Heaving a sigh, Miss. Lina said, "Well, you girls will continue with your warm up and as soon as you're done with it, you may be dismissed early." Excitement filled the air as many of the girls spoke eagerly of being dismissed early on the very first day. "Melanie," Miss. Lina continued, "it'd be best if you went off to wash whatever paint you can wash off. Girls, be sure to work quietly and diligently. I'm going to go out to talk to Rhiannon for a while." Miss. Lina gave an approving nod and headed for the door.

As other girls hurried around to continue their warm up, so as to get dismissed early, Emma stayed where she was. She slowly walked to her desk but however try she might, she simply could not focus. She looked up and saw that Melanie was sitting at her desk, playing with her hair. She wore a smug look, as if she was proud of what she had done. Turning to face her Emma said, "So Melanie, you're endowed then."

"Yes I am," Melanie said indifferently. She just sat there, leaning back on the chair, twirling her hair, daydreaming.

"And.. I'm guessing your power is telekinesis."

"Yes.. and no."

"Huh?" Emma asked taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Melanie stopped twirling her hair and let her chair drop onto the floor. Leaning close to Emma she said, "It means, you shouldn't be so nosy. I am telekinetic but that's not the only power I possess."

"Oh.. well you have super speed too then right?"

Melanie raised an eyebrow and tipped her chair back again. "What does it matter if I have it or not?"

"Um… well…"

"You've asked enough questions about me, Emma." she said smoothly, "Now, I want to ask you some questions."

"Um… ok…" Emma said slowly. She desperately wished the horn will sound.

*****

"It's not my fault," Rhiannon cried to herself angrily, "That little flea-bitten thing did it. Why is she here anyway?" Suddenly, the door behind her opened and Rhiannon looked away insolently as the teacher came out. She didn't want to be told off by a teacher for something she wasn't even responsible for. Sure she threw Melanie on the floor but that hardly counted.

"Rhiannon, dear" Miss. Lina said in a soft tone. Oh give it a rest. "Do you know why you are out here."

"I told you. Don't call me that," Rhiannon said glaring into Miss. Lina's eyes.

"I'm sorry," Miss Lina looked down and then looked up. Yeah, I bet you're not. "Rhiannon, do you know why you are out here?"

Rhiannon pretended to think hard. It would be best if she just bit her tongue for now and told her what she wanted to hear. She'll get Melanie back later. "Yes, Miss." she said very quietly, "I pushed Melanie on the floor and I'm really really sorry. I just got angry. I'll never do it again."

"Just because you were angry doesn't mean you should have pushed her. You must refrain yourself next time. Do you understand."

Rhiannon avoided Miss. Lina's eyes and said slowly, "Yes, Miss. I do and I'm dreadfully sorry."

Suddenly, the door slammed open as some children pushed their way out, excitedly talking.

Rhiannon stared at them disdainfully as one girl excitedly said, "Can you believe what happened today? On the first day too!" The girl, as she spoke, turned to shoot Rhiannon a smug look. In response, Rhiannon shot back a witch like expression as she heard Miss. Lina gently scold them, "Girls, class is still in session. Please refrain from speaking."

"Yes ma'am," two of the girls responded simultaneously, the girl who shot Rhiannon the look and her equally obnoxious friend. Realizing this, they both said "Ooo," at the same time and high fived each other.

Rolling her eyes, Rhiannon watched as they walked away, giggling like a bunch of fangirls. "Can I head back to the class now?" She asked Miss. Lina. She waited as the teacher heaved a big sight. How can I become enemies with a teacher on the very first day? Was that even possible? Apparently it was, for she had just done it.

"Yes, I suppose you should. Class is going to end soon anyway," Miss Lina said as more girls left the room. "I hope there won't be a repeat of today anytime soon," Miss Lina said warningly as Rhiannon reached for the doorknob. Rolling her eyes, she opened the door. She walked slowly to her desk, well aware of all the eyes staring at her. No one was working anymore but instead, merely talking… most likely about her.

Reaching for her bag, the horn sounded. The other girls quickly picked up their bags and rushed out the door. Rhia piled her books into her bag and screwed on the caps to the paint containers. The room was no empty, even the teacher had left. As Rhia searched the room for a broom and dustbin, something caught her eye. A girl was by her desk, wiping the floor. Curiously, Rhia walked up to her and saw that it was the girl named Emma who had sat next to her in class. Why was she still here?

"Hi," Rhia said slowly. The girl stopped wiping and looked up. She smiled. "Um… what are you doing here? It's break."

"I'm simply helping you clean up. You shouldn't do it on your own. It wasn't your fault." The girl continued wiping the floor free of paint.

"But why?" Rhia asked confused. No one had ever offered to do something like this for her. They always wanted something in return. What did she want? "What's in it for you?"

"Nothing's in it for me," the girl simply replied, "I just really want to help. I hate not helping someone so I usually try to help when I can. Why?" The girl stood up and looked Rhia in the eye.

"No reason," Rhia shrugged and headed for the sink to grab some more paper towels. Handing the paper towels to Emma Rhia searched for the broom. Where was it? It had to be somewhere in this room.

"The broom and dustbin is over on there," Emma said pointing to the back of the room. Rhia walked over there and there it was, hidden between to cabinets in a small corner. "How the heck is anyone suppose to see that?" Rhia muttered.

"You just have to know where to look," Emma said. Rhia grimaced and brought the broom to her desk. Together, the two girls worked in silence cleaning up the desk and the area around it.

While this was happening, Rhia felt extremely uncomfortable, unsure of what to say. Constantly casting glances at Emma, she realized that Emma was perfectly comfortable with this silence. Was silence really such a bad thing? Emma finished wiping the floor and went to stand up. She took the paint containers from the desk and headed for the front. Rhia quickly threw out the broken clay pieces. Grabbing her bag from the chair, she headed for the door when suddenly she stopped. She decided to wait for Emma. After all, she had helped her, the least she could do was wait for Emma.

"Come on, Em." Rhia said softly unsure of herself.

Smiling, Emma reached for her bag and quickly ran for the door. "Thanks for waiting for me, Rhiannon." Rhia merely turned around and grabbed for the doorknob. Smiling to herself, Emma followed Rhia out the door. As she headed for the garden to meet up with the others, she knew she had done a near impossible thing. She had gotten Rhia to talk and… to smile. Something, Emma felt sure, that she has not done for a long time.