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"Thanks. My dad made me take lessons from Him when I was little." Vincent said, a little upset when he remembered his parents had died.

Ceilibell noticed he seemed a little upset when he talked about his father and changed the subject. "This school seems pretty crazy, huh? I wonder if anyone knew it was going to be like this before we started."

"I doubt it" Vincent said. "All I knew was I had been invited to this school. And it didn't seem like an odd school until I got here. But I did meet a lot of interesting people since I started here. We even formed a group!" Vincent realized he was as happy as a child on christmas day. "Are you part of a group yet?".

Ceilibell shook her head. "I haven't been part of group, but no one's really bothered me in the halls." She said with a devious smile.

"Oh." Vincent was surprised. Unlike him and the others, she seemed to have avoided being attacked in the hallway. "Well, since you're not part of a group, do you want to join ours?".

Ceilibell grinned. "Sure. Is the rest of your group in here too?" She'd seen him enter with three other girls while she was talking to Miss Ferris.

"Yeah. The three girls I walked in with are in a group with me.".

Ceilibell grinned. "Well, I guess you're officially a pimp now, two girls on each arm." She winked playfully and went back to painting.

Rika leaned to her left after hearing Vincent talk to the girl from earlier. "What are you guys talking about?" She asked in complete innocence.

Ceilibell grinned. "I guess I'm the new addition to the group and also about the fact that Painter Boy here is officially a pimp now."

"Oh. Well, good to have you in the group." She said happily as she got back to working on her painting. It wasn't as good as Vincent's, but she tried her best to paint what she remembered her mother looking like. Even though she had seen her mother the day before her transfer, it felt like a distant memory.

She smiled. "Thanks." Ceilibell realized that she didn't know either of their names, and she hadn't introduced herself either. "I'm Ceilibell by the way."

Rika looked back up from her painting, giving her memory a break. "I'm rika! The guy painting next to you is Vincent. And that's his hell hound pride!" She said enthusiastically, pointing at the black pup who was now sleeping.

Ceilibell looked over at him. "He doesn't look very hell hound-ish. Kinda cute really. Can I pet him?" She tucked her paintbrush through a bun in her hair, keeping it in place.

"Sure. Me and him Have a pact so if I trust someone he trusts them. Hey pride, wake up." The little puppy woke up and stretched out. Then the little dog transformed into his actual fire form. "No boy! I didn't mean transform! Sit!" Vincent commanded. The big dog transformed back into a puppy at the blink of an eye.

Ceilibell's eyes opened wide when she saw him transform. "Alright I take back what I said. I definitely wouldn't want to be on your bad side with him at your side." She reached down and pet him when he was back into a puppy. "He's still pretty cute like this though."

"You should feel sorry for the group that attacked us before our last class then. Trust me, he wasn't as nice as he usually is then.". Vincent said, quietly chuckling to himself.

Isobel sat at the pottery wheel, her hands covered in the clay. She could hear pretty much everyone in the room and smiled as she heard that they had a new addition to the group. That made five of them.

Rae was so focused on her painting that it took a while for her to come back to reality. She absolutely loved to paint and it was an occasional hobby which she used to do when she was little. On her canvas, the vast ocean waters was painted with hues of blue, green, and specks of white to create the foam that usually formed when the waves crashed against the rocks or the shore, completed with the hues of red, yellow, and orange, blended together to create a gleaming sunset.

She looked that the painting longingly, sighing slightly. She could almost hear the waves, smell the ocean spray, and feel the water against her skin. Oh how she missed the ocean.. It wasn't until she felt a presence behind her that she snapped back into reality. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a class room and facing the art teacher. Her heart dropped. "Oops. I guess I got carried away..." She blushed and sheepishly peered up at her.

The teacher grinned at her and shook her head. "It is absolutely wonderful to see a student be so focused on her work." She stares at the canvas with a small twinkle in her eyes. "I see....Please continue with your work." She smiled and walked away surveying the other students.

Rae looked up and furrowed her brows. She looked toward her group and sheepishly grinned. "Soo.. um what is going on here?" She asked while she tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

"We have a new addition to the group." She nodded her head towards Ceilibell, not taking her focus off shaping the clay. It was starting to look like an elongated blob coming to a point at one end and fanning out wide at the other end.