The Academy

Seventy Nine

Rose:

So Tink told me about how Delilah was called anorexic, and the cougar lady.

You don't just call a kid anorexic, that is uncalled for.

After she hung up I looked at Jace. "I hate stupid stuck up kids, probably a Disney second gen., they had no right to call her that!" Jace raised an eyebrow and I quickly summed up what Tink had told me. He seemed almost as mad as I was.

"And she's getting her computer taken away for two weeks? Gods forbid she can't go on Tumblr for two weeks!" I whisper yelled, trying not to wake up a sleeping Matthew. "Only two weeks? Holy hell! Then that lady had the nerve to eye Peter like that?" Jace asked, raising his voice and I nodded. "Mhm, I swear if anybody talks like that to Matthew when he goes there, then there would be a dead kid. Or if he talks like that." Jace laughed, "I'd say we're good enough parents that he won't be. If he does we'll straighten him out." I nodded and sighed.

We looked around and saw there were a bunch of pictures lying around, crayon mind you, obviously Matthew had been getting some good use out of his papers and coloring tools.

"Let's take a look at some of our kid's masterpieces." I said smiling and sitting on the couch. Jace gathered a few of the papers too and sat beside me. He eyes glued to the first paper and was silent.

"Rose, you may want to look at this."

There was a house on fire, in disturbing detail that I didn't think a one year old could manage.

Then there was a shadow in the corner of the page.

Another picture had eight figures huddled together, looking downright depressed. Again, disturbing detail and I could already figure out who those eight figure were.

Tink, Peter, Delilah, Samantha, Nathan, Jace, Matthew, and I.

There were all pictures of haunting images.

"Jace, you can't think this is what the lady was talking about?" I whispered, covering my mouth. Jace put an arm around me, "It'll be fine, let;s go ask Matthew what this was about." I nodded and stood up walking to matthew's room.

He was asleep, his small hands clenched, and was tossing and turning I put a hand on his shoulder and gently shook him.

"Mama?" he asked, his eyes flying open, and I picked him up. "I'm here Matthew." I murmured and he sniffed. "Nightmare." he murmured and I rocked him, trying to calm him down. "Did you draw pictures from your nightmares?" He looked up at me with Jace's stunningly blue eyes and nodded.

I held him even closer, dreading what may come for his future. I could deal with it, but I couldn't let my baby go through the same sadness I went through.

Jace was standing right behind me and he said, "I have to tell Tinkerbell." "Please do." I replied, pressing my face into my son's shoulder whispering. "Don't cry, mama's here."