The vision-20
[So what do you guys thinks so far? Sorry the story is going so slow]
"Take a seat, Bree." Offers Damien, slightly more relaxed, though a frown was still etched on his face. I gingerly sit on the edge of the arm chair he had motioned to.
"Are you okay?" Luken asks Damien in one of those undertones that you automatically turned away from, sensing it was private.
"Yeah, fine." He mumbles. Luken nods once.
"What happened?"
"I don’t know, I tried to go into her mind, there was a little defence, nothing much, and then I thought I was in. I was planting the idea and everything before suddenly I got jolted out and I passed out." Damien explains, frowning the whole time.
"Do you think it was her?" Damien studies me closely before shaking his head.
"No, but whatever it was, it was definitely protecting her."
"Me? Who would want to protect me?" It made me a little sad that I couldn’t come up with a single answer to my own question.
"I don’t know, but maybe you should go back to class, Bree. Leave this to us to sort out." I nod, and leave the room and go back to class.
All through the day I received weird glances from my fellow students, and they were obviously avoiding me. I sat alone for the rest of the day. It was quickly becoming clear that I wasn’t going to make many friends here. Ashley and her friends didn’t talk to me again, but at least they didn’t give me any funny glances. I grind my teeth almost the whole day, just paying attention to my work. Which turned out to be good because I actually got a lot done.
At dinner I sat alone at an empty table. The table was near the line for food, and also near the teachers table, so most of the time it stayed empty. I was lost in playing with my food when a girl approached me, flicking her blond hair over her shoulder and talking loud enough for nearby people to hear, which was obviously her goal.
"Hey, you’re that girl that everyone is talking about, the one who is meant to be really powerful. Come on, freak, control my mind."
If I could control her mind I would have made her slap herself silly and be nice to all the nerds. This girl was a totally stereotype.
"I can’t control peoples minds." I say, blushing.
"Well you kicked Mr. Nasser out of your head, who, for your information, has like the strongest power in this school. And if you can do that, surely you can control my mind." She smirks triumphantly. I turn away.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, maybe he just fainted."
"Yeah, right." And then she walks away.
Back in my room that night I relaxed, even if just a little. This situation was weird. It had been a while since I had been to school. I had been living by myself and working, so coming back to school felt…odd. So coming back to a space I could call mine felt good. I showered which made me feel even better. I rummage through the draws to see what pjs they had given me, reminding myself to go into town soon. Tomorrow was Friday.
I settle on a pair of bright blue pants and white t-shirt. Boy were they bright. But the night was warm and I always preferred sleeping in less and adding on another blanket. I don’t know why. I pull the pyjamas on, wash my face, and brush my teeth. I glance at the clock. It was just past 9, late enough to go to bed. I brush my hair out and was just about to tie it up when there was a knock on the door.