A/N: The link to Rose's leather jacket is on my profile!

Chapter 2

As soon as I stepped into my class the bell rang. I sighed in relief, thankful that I wasn't late.

"Welcome to General Science, Ms. Novoa. It would do you well to be a little earlier, we wouldn't want you to be late."

The class began snickering quietly. I looked in the direction of the voice, and found an older lady sitting at a desk. 'Mrs. Jones' was written on the chalkboard behind her.

Who peed in your corn flakes, you old hag?

"Ms. Novoa," she spoke again, "I have had both your father and mother in my class. They weren't the most punctual students, and I hope that isn't a family trait."

I glared at her old bones, "don't worry, I won't be late."

"Excellent," she grinned, "now find a seat."

Luckily, I was able to find a seat in the back. As soon as I did, Mrs. Jones began to whole 'first day' speech that we all have heard a million times. So, while she was talking, I pulled out my writing tablet and a pen.

Deep down, I have a love of poetry. I love rhyming words and the rhythm they could create. Only Alex knew of this hidden passion of mine.

I created a new writing tablet every school year, so I was greeted with a blank first page. Smiling, I clicked the pen, and began to think. Soon enough, a grin began to stretch across my face.

Mrs. Jones is certaintly a mean old hag, her face needs to be covered with a bag.

"Mmph!"

Startled, I glanced up from my sentence to see that the old hag herself had a brown paper bag covering her head! Students were looked at her each other with confusion evident on their faces, while Mrs. Jones ripped the bag off her head.

"How did this happen?!" She screeched.

No one said a word.

"I know some strange things have happened in this school before, but this is ridiculous!" she went on.

Inside, I began to panic. Did I do that?

She became calm again, and continued her speech. Eventually the other kids went along with it, listening to her drone on and on.

But I still couldn't shake that out of my head. What I wrote, actually happened. Is it possible...?

I had to try again.

The most beautiful season is autumn, make Mrs. Jones land on her bottom.

"Oof!"

My head snapped up to see the red-faced teacher on the floor, with everyone now laughing at her. I couldn't hold back a giggle, myself.

"Ms. Novoa!"

Uh oh.

Mrs. Jones was glaring fierce daggars at me as she stood. "Go to the office!"

"But what did I do?!" I asked.

"You laughed at me when I fell! I could've been seriously injured!"

"But everyone else was-"

"Go!"

Beyond angry, I packed up my stuff and flung my chair back. Everyone wasn't laughing, no, they were cringing back in fear. Without a word, I left the room, slamming the door shut on the way out.

I flipped open the writing tablet.

Angering me is a big no-no, so up your hair will go-go!

I heard the scream of surprise before I walked away, chuckling to myself. I hate that woman, hate her with a passion. I don't know who's worse, her, Aurora, or Darren. And it's only the first day!

"Little late to be wandering around the halls, Red."

Speak of the devil. Groaning, I turned to face Mr. Jerkface in the flesh.

"What about you? Shouldn't you be in class?" I retorted.

"I have a lav pass," he grinned, "what's your excuse?"

I puffed up my chest slightly, bringing my shoulders back. "I got kicked out of class," I announced proudly. Ha! Take that! Who's tough now?!

"Kicked out?" he clicked his tongue as he shook his head, "Oh, Red, Red, Red. I never expected you to join the dark side."

"We got cookies," I smirked.

He chuckled quietly, until his lips relaxed into a small smile. "So, why did you get kicked out?"

"Because I was laughing with everyone else. Mrs. Jones already hates me because she had my mom and dad as students when they were in high school. So I guess she's had a grudge for me even before I stepped foot into the room."

"That sucks," he frowned, but then grinned again. "So why were you all laughing?"

"Because she fell and landed on her ass," I smirked.

He started laughing, "oh man, I'd pay to see that! I've heard all the horror stories about her!"

I smiled. Even though I couldn't stand him, I found it impossible to not smile whenever he was.

But then I frowned, remembering the reason why she fell. Like I said, I couldn't stand Darren, however he's a wizard. Maybe he'll know what's happening.

"Hey, I have a small problem."

He sobered immediately, "what is it?"

I bit my lip. I didn't want him to think I was crazy. Am I crazy? No, I can't be crazy.

"It's just...I'm the reason why she fell. I don't know, I just wrote down a sentence, and-boom-she fell!"

He tilted his head to the left, his lips pursed quietly in thought. "What sentence did you write?" he finally asked.

"The most beautiful season is autumn, make Mrs. Jones land on her bottom," I recited.

Darren's eyes widened as his head became straight again. He took a step towards me, holding my shoulders.

I could feel my cheeks burn at the close proximity. But that's only because I hate him and want him out of my face.

"Rose," he began.

Woah, he's never called me by my name before. I always thought that he thought my name was 'Red Novoa.'

"You say you wrote that sentence down, and then it happened?"

I nodded.

"Did you write anything else?"

I nodded again, "yeah. I said she was a, uh," I didn't want to seem immature.

"Go on," he urged.

"I said she was an old hag and that her face needed to be covered with a bag. Then when she kicked me out I wrote that angering me is a big no-no so up her hair will go-go."

A slow smile spread across his features, until they parted to release a chuckle. Shaking his head, he stepped back.

"First, let me wipe their memories so they'll forget that those things happened. Mrs. Jones will only remember that she kicked you out because you were laughing." He performed the spell, the orange magic travelling back to the classroom.

"It seems that this is your lucky day, Red," he smirked.

My eyebrows lowered in puzzlement, "why?"

"Isn't it obvious? You have powers!"

"P-powers?!" I stuttered, "but...I'm a powerless witch! I can't have powers!" No, it was too good to be true. I can't have powers.

Darren grinned, "well, it seems like you do. You wrote down three spells and somehow they all happened. I guess it was because you had so much focus on your subject. I'm guessing that your magic didn't kick in until now. Unfortunately, that means you have years of catching up to do with your abilities. I'll arrange for you to have a Guardian."

"What? Guardian? But-" I didn't understand. Today I found out that I have powers, and now he's talking about a Guardian?!

"Yeah, you should have one tomorrow. Well, see you around, Red," he smirked as he starting walking away.

"Wait! Just how are you going to get me a Guardian?!" I called out.

He stopped, turning around slowly. Then, he stalked up to me, leaning down close to my face.

"You'd be amazed at the power I posses, Red."

With a wink he pulled back, then walked back down the hall.

A/N: Yay, Rose discovers her powers! Looks like she'll be getting a Guardian too. And what did he mean about his amount of power? Just how powerful is Darren?

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