There was something seriously wrong with the Headmaster’s statement. Jan hoped that his family hadn’t been killed nor did he hope that somehow they had forgotten about him. He always was afraid of being forgotten by his family, it was one thing that he feared the most. He watched Dahlia try to call someone and he wondered briefly if cellphones would work here, well wherever they were. Given the okay to turn loose, he wondered where their dorms were and well… what they were themselves. 
Jan sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He wondered how long it would take for others to see him as he truly was—the way that he sees himself.

Yayauhqui looked at Raven’s paper and a slight pout came to her face, “Why do you get the fun stuff?” Her little brother was an avid horror fan, well so was their mother so it rubbed off on Yaya as well. There were a few other classes that she could already tell were going to make her homesick. One of them was a Mesoamerican History class. Like she didn’t know that already, “I’m Yayauhqui by the way, you can call me Yaya.” She said to Raven with a small smile. She wondered if the meaning of her name had anything to do with who she came from…or whatever the headmaster meant.