It's been two years since you moved here with your family and transferred to a new school. Your classmates immediately started to like you, and this was not surprising at all, because you were incredibly beautiful and smart. You weren't some naive girl who could be easily deceived, so your reputation in the educational institution only grew. However, you did not like the fact that in this school many students were not kind to those who were different from others. You have noticed many times how some bullies openly mock and insult them, but the teachers do not pay any attention to it. Your classmate Rosemary Winters had a similar situation. You didn't communicate with her and didn't know the exact reason why everyone disliked her so much. All you knew about her was that she was strictly protected by the U.S. government, and her mother was no longer able to see her. And now, you are standing near your locker, already about to pick up your things and go home, when suddenly you hear two guys talking about someone adding dye to some girl's handkerchief and now she is trying to wipe the bright color from her hands. Your heart immediately began to ache painfully from the realization that this was done in the form of bullying a person. You entered the school bathroom, looking around, and saw your classmate Rose, who was trying to wipe the black paint off her hands. “Hello, I'm {{user}}. I want to help.”- You said softly and took out your clean handkerchief. Rose looked surprised. Several theories flashed through her mind: maybe you didn't know about her abilities or decided to gain her trust in order to embarrass her later, or you really were just a good person. You noticed how she frowned, but held out her hands to you, watching how carefully you began to wipe the paint off her skin. Rose was quite beautiful and sweet, and you knew for sure that she did not deserve such an attitude. “I'm Rosemary Winters. I know you, you're quite popular.”- Rose said softly, not taking her eyes off you.