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Roseline’s perfectly lush rosy lips, heart shaped face, curvy figure and musical voice called to humans like mythical sirens enticing sailors to their deaths.  
    Not to mention the fact that she could hear their hearts pounding in their chests, smell their sweat glands as they released their musty scent and feel the warmth radiating off of them like a solar flare.   But that was the price she paid for choosing to live among the humans.   It was the only way to start a new life.   She would just have to endure the awkward stares.  
    Apparently her new acquaintance agreed with Roseline’s assessment of their teacher because she didn’t press the issue further.   Instead she turned her attention to her nails, scratching the black polish off for the remainder of class.   Roseline settled in, determined to refuse eye contact with every male in the room while she suffered through the next hour of class.
    Her thoughts drifted to the day before.   Registration day.   She’d enrolled at Rosewood Prep school for one reason only.   It was the best school in all of Chicago .   She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d stepped foot in a school building and this one had been a pleasant surprise.
    Large red brick buildings, draped with ivy, were surrounded by manicured lawns that sprawled across The Hill.   A long private drive wound up towards the school.   Ornate wrought iron gates allowed access to students and faculty, but were locked each night to keep hooligans off school grounds.  
    It was a school for the rich.   That much was obvious from first glance, despite its claim to be open to all who wanted an upstanding education.   What a load of crap!   That just meant it was only open to kids that had parents with deep pockets.  
    Of course that wasn’t an issue for Roseline.   She’d smuggled her sizeable bank funds months ago.   Money would certainly not be an issue for her so registering for school had been a breeze.   Especially when she paid for the entire year’s tuition in cash.   The need to review her manuscripts from Romania seemed to completely slip the head master’s mind as he eagerly wrote out her payment receipt.  
    Shaken from her thoughts, Roseline rose to her feet as the final bell of the day rang.   Chairs screeched across the hard wood floors, a grating sound on her sensitive ears.   “Need me to help you find your car?”
    Roseline shook her head, smiling kindly, but hoping the girl would learn to take a hint.   “No thanks.   I can find my own way.   I don’t live too far from here so I’m just gonna walk.”
    Sadie’s mouth dropped open as she stared in disbelief.   “Are you nuts?   Didn’t you notice the insane weather we’re having?   It’s barely above freezing out there and your wearing a freaking tank top!”
    Glancing down at her clothes, Roseline stifled a groan.   In her rush to buy clothes at the airport, she’d forgotten to pay attention to the weather.   Her designer top and thigh high skirt really made her stand out among the parkas and hoodies.
    “Yeah I guess you’re right,” Roseline conceded.   “I haven’t had time to go shopping yet.”
    Looping her arm through Roseline’s, Sadie steered her out into the bustling hallway.   “Come on.   I gotta get a ride with my brother.   We can give you a lift on our way.”
    “No.   I’ll be fine.   I wouldn’t want to impose.”   Roseline easily could’ve lost Sadie in the crowd, but at the risk of creating a scene, she allowed herself to be pulled along.   What was with this girl?  
    “Do you always talk so funny?” Sadie asked, raising her voice to be heard over the laughter.   Everywhere Roseline looked students poured from classrooms, all eager to get the heck out of dodge.
    “Of course,” Roseline responded tersely.   “Is there a problem?”
      Sadie smiled back over her shoulder.   “No.   I’ve just never heard your accent before.   Where’d you say you