A few of her classmates tried to get her to talk about what how she could twist the arm of one of the boys in the hall like it was nothing. The rumors flew faster than the call to one of her teachers to direct her to the counselor's office to talk to her about students who have "behavioral issues" and how to take steps towards a peaceful resolution. Jade found the procedure a bit laughable because of two reasons. One; there would be nothing to talk about because of her family status which is why this was very unusual to her. Second; the policies of bullying were all the same and pestering the offended party was a waste of public resources. She had to break the counselor's authoritative rant with a wave of her hand telling him to stop to ask him directly. "I want to be frank with my English."<br/><br/>"Yes Miss Song?" He asked from his desk. At that point she stood and asked. "I can appreciate you are a by the book man who thinks a good conversation can make this... disharmony of social order stop. But in the real world, when you have no authority to look after you, you defend yourself. I did not break his arm, I warned him I would, there are consequences. But I come from a place where honor means something. So to make long conversation short, I will promise not to hurt anymore thieves, and only use my powers of self defense only when I am in mortal danger. Agreed?"<br/><br/>Clearly the councilor did not appreciate the concept of this new student trying to cut short his work as he straightened up in his seat and asked her to sit down. "Miss Song, this is your first day, I can see things are done differently where you are from, but I think you need to realize that your curt behavior isn't going to fly here. So yes, I'm allowing you this incident to go quietly but I will be keeping my eye on you." He said, hinting at a vague warning as he wrote his notes on document.<br/><br/>What he didn't know is that she could feel the ink run from his pen, and as an added bonus, she could see it highlighted through objects concealing it. A trick she discovered she was capable of two years ago. She could focus her sight on a closed textbook and find the answers on a certain page. She couldn't read a page that was lined horizontally at her eye level, or far away texts, but placed properly, it was like a X-ray vision for words, numbers, even down to handwriting. In fact, this is how good she was at spotting forgeries in her family's businesses. Whenever she could spot that someone was giving her counterfeit money, to a real painting made by the same artist.<br/><br/>She saw that his threat was empty as she took not at his file cabinet was lined with problem cases that never got resolved.<br/><br/>"Miss Song?"<br/><br/>Her concentration broke as she looked at the counselor.<br/><br/>"You can return to class now."<br/><br/>She nodded as she stood up and returned to her class.<br/><br/>Later that day, she was finally done with all her classes and the final bell rung to end school, students either went home or to their local hangout in town, some stayed to hang out at their clubs. Jade was tapping her fingers on her hips to the rhythm of one of her favorite songs. She walked around the track, staying out of the way of the runners who were likely practicing early for track club. She had already been stared at plenty today by the remaining students. It's like she stuck out alike a sore black thumb. Being the new student gives you that kind of attention. She paused at what looked like the back exit, ignoring the buzz in her pocket, likely her driver asking her where she was.