Jocelyn Turner head began to nod, the lids of her eyes lowering each time her head lowered. A few times she managed to jerk her head up and give it a slow shake before she could doze off, but this time she was down for the count, the teacher’s droning voice at the front of the classroom too difficult to fight. Her eyes slowly drifted closed, her head lowering until it rest against the desktop in front of her. She was seconds away from drifting off to sleep when a sharp snap of fingers above her ear startled her out of her rested state, her body jerking in her seat and her head snapping up. Tilting her face toward the man standing in the aisle, she blinked sleepily up at him as the rest of her classmates laughed out loud at her antics. “Miss Turner, do you think you could stay awake and share with the class the reason behind Civil War started?” Came the monotone voice of her teacher, a potbellied, balding middle aged man by the name of Mister Edwards. The redhead blinked again at the question, her brows furrowing into a thoughtful scowl before she gave him the answer he had requested. “Because the south wanted to secede from the union. Can I go back to sleep now?” She replied, causing another outburst of laughter from her classmates. The teacher however was not amused. Shaking his head, he snapped his fingers, pointing toward the door. “To the principal’s office, Miss Turner.” He commanded in a voice that showed a bit more emotion than his typical speaking voice, and Jocelyn had no other option than to comply with his wishes. It was the third time that week she’d been sent the principal’s office for falling asleep in class, and she knew her aunt Alicia was not going to be happy with it at all, but Jocelyn honestly couldn’t help it. She hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in the past week, and now all she wanted to do while in class was doze off. She’d tried fighting it as long as she could, and she almost succeeded this time around; if only her teacher’s voice wasn’t so boring. Jocelyn was a rather odd girl by even the lowest of standards, but given her history it really wasn’t much of a surprise. Born to Samuel and Tara Turner, she was the youngest child and only daughter to a perfectly happy couple. Unfortunately, her father died only a week after her birth, and from that moment on her mother blamed Jocelyn for his death; as if the infant had been the one behind the wheel of the car that had crashed into his. Life went downhill from Jocelyn from there. Her mother became psychotic, claiming that Jocelyn was a demon who had taken over the body of her infant, and refusing to take care of her daughter. It was only thanks to her aunt Alicia that Jocelyn survived, her father’s sister taking over Jocelyn’s care while her own mother wanted very little to do with the girl. It was on Jocelyn’s third birthday that everything came to a head when her mother decided to show the world the demon that she really was by trying to slice her open with a knife. Again luck was on Jocelyn’s side in the form of her older brother who had walked into the kitchen in time to catch his mother stabbing the little girl in the shoulder. Tara was carried off to the nearest asylum, while Jocelyn was taken to the Emergency room to get fifteen stitches and spend the rest of her birthday in the hospital. She still carried the scars of that day, the physical wound having healed long ago, while the emotional scars still remained untouched. It wasn’t that she was a bitter, angry person, but Jocelyn had major trust issues, along with social problems that no one could even begin to comprehend. She was a loner by her own choosing, and she enjoyed it that way. Her aunt and brother had been trying for years to remedy it, but Jocelyn liked being alone. People were strange, she had learned that early on, but at the same time, she never quite fit in anywhere that she went. The difference started the moment that Jocelyn could first pick up a crayon and draw. Her talent at even that young age couldn’t be denied by anyone, but her drawings always had a freakishly odd quality to them; they were all premonitions. No one picked that up until the day she drew a picture of her brother wearing a cast, and later that week Thomas had fallen out of a tree and broke his arm. From that moment on her only remaining relatives remained silent about her strange talent, but each time they saw her with a pencil in her hand they would begin to panic. The other differences weren’t so easy to notice, from her strange eating behaviors, to the types of clothing that she wore. Her aunt always believed that it was Jocelyn showing her individuality, but when it became apparent that wasn’t the case, Jocelyn was sent to whatever doctor her aunt could find, and forced into counseling to find out what was going on inside her head. Eventually it all boiled down to Jocelyn being emotionally scarred due to her mother’s attitude toward her, along with a major case of ADHD. They gave her pills and sent her on her way without even considering that there was nothing wrong with her at all, but that she simply didn’t feel like she belonged. Now that idea was being enforced by her teacher, who looked on sternly as she gathered her things and threw her backpack over her shoulder. She tried not to let her smugness show on her face, but she could not help but gloat over the fact that he had gotten under the man’s skin. He must have caught sight of her smirk, because he was quick to change his tune. “Actually, miss Turner, how about you simply stay behind after school for detention? I believe that Mister Greene has dealt with you enough this year.” Dropping back down into her seat, her arms folded across her chest, and her eyes narrowed heatedly up at the man. There was no way she could get out of detention, and she was most likely going to hear an ear full from her brother and aunt when she returned home. With a trip to the principal’s office, she could have given them some excuse, but with detention she would have to give her aunt a reason. Slumping down in her seat, she caught a glimpse of the boy seated beside her, hazel eyes flickering with unspoken questions briefly before the lids narrowed into a tiny glare. Like the rest of her classmates, Haydn wasn’t someone that Jocelyn made a point to talk to, but unlike her other peers she often found herself rather curious about him. She couldn’t pin point exactly what it was that made him stand out from other people, but he didn’t get on her nerves the way most of the people in her classes did. She shrugged it off as a fluke, but it certainly didn’t stop her eyes from drifting over to him again once she was certain he wasn’t paying her any attention. Eventually he would prove himself to be like everyone else, and he would be added to the extensive list of people who annoyed her. Until then, she was going to watch and wait to see just how long it took before he began to irk her the same way everyone else did.