Babylon School For Exceptional Youth

"I have watched you all, and each of you show tremendous talent. If you apply yourself enough........" Oh, God, it was one of those speeches about self-confidence and realising your dreams. Tirka zoned out, and started fidgeting under the desk. She hated these speeches. She conjured a tiny fireball, and made it spin around her wrist really fast, making it look like she was wearing a bracelet of fire. She patiently waited for class to end.

"Oh, sorry Pangerbaum." Gwen said with a soft smile. "I'm not good at pronouncing names at times.." she admitted, a bit sheepish. She noticed Kells glance at Mr. Zed, then back at her. She understood that he wanted to make a better impression durin the first day, and she nodded slightly. Turnig in her seat again to face the front, offering Mr. Zed an appologetic smile, as a sorry for her interruption and her trouble with paying full attention. She looked down at her notebook again, drawing in te margins of the pages or writing random words around the pictures, anything really to contain her fidgeting from it beig to noticeable or distracting to anyone else in the room.

Trying her hardest to give Mr. Zed her full attention, Gwen looked back up at the teacher, trying to ignore the sudden feeling of eyes staring at her back. It took all she had not to squirm or sink down in seat, despite how uncomfortable it was making her. Usually if people stared at her, they were thinking up ways to degrade her and hurt her, but at this point, she decides she wouldn't care as much anymore, let them stare; she wouldn't care as much.

Shaking her head slightly, Gwen felt the peering eyes no longer looking at her. Unable to ignore her curiosity, she turned every so slightly an peered behind her, spotting a boy, Jason as she remembered his name, now staring at the wall, yet something was off. She narrowed her eyes slightly trying to figure out what it was, until she finally noticed he has a thin flame aura around him that had slightly grown bigger. She glanced back at Nr. Zed wondering what the teacher would do.

Once he had unpacked all of his clothing and boxes full of books [and sorted them accordingly in the space provided in his dorm room], Aubrey began to wander the halls. He had his schedule, but he was still unaware of where exactly the classes were, or even what times they were supposed to be at. He glanced at the piece of paper in his hand, a frustrated grimace plastered upon his face. He decided to try and find his first period class; European History. He knew from glancing at a school map that the classrooms were all located on the third floor of the North Wing, and so he headed off in that general direction.

He passed a few classrooms filled with others... others just like him... One class in particular seemed exponentially more full than the others, though he couldn't tell which class it was. Probably something popular... like a class about their powers...

After making a few rounds around the third wing, Aubrey realized how hopelessly lost he was. He couldn't tell which classroom was his History room; for some reason they weren't listed on his schedule... He sighed, fiddling with his long, grey knit scarf as he walked up to one of the classrooms. He glanced in the window of the room; it was the overly-populated class he'd noticed before... He gave his shoulder bag a lift, before taking a deep breath and knocking three times upon the door. After waiting for a few seconds with no reply, he turned the doorknob, only to find that the door was locked... He groaned softly to himself, and knew he was going to regret what he was going to do next...

With another deep breath, and a bit of concentration, the boy stepped through the unopened door, exhaling as he reached the other side. He had an embarrassed look upon his face, and was nervously fiddling with his scarf; he hoped he hadn't attracted too much attention... He looked around for a moment before he found the apparent teacher.

"Uh... Umm, excuse me..." Aubrey said softly, his high tenor voice ringing in the air. He calmed himself quickly, not wanting every kid in the class to think he was some sort of incompetent. He glanced back to the teacher after a quick look around the classroom, and continued his sentence. "... I'm a bit lost... My schedule doesn't have any room numbers on it... Would you be able to tell me where Mr. Klein's European History class is...?"

The teacher looked him up and down, arching an eyebrow, before responding. "Yes... It's just to the left of this one..."

Aubrey mentally sighed; of course it would be the one next to this one... BUT just to save him the lack-of embarrassment, he came into this one.

"Thank you." He replied, just as softly as he had before, and bowed his head slightly in regard. He pivoted and began his walk out of the classroom, phasing through the door once more and entering the room beside it [in the same manner, of course.] "Sorry I'm late." He mumbled before taking a vacant seat and pulling out his notebook and a pen.

Cole nodded at Roman. He had an accent that he didn't expect would come out. He was obviously just learning english. "Nice to meet you," he said, shaking his hand. "So where are you from?" he asked. He guessed that he was from Russia because of the destinct accent, but he wasn't just going to assume so he waited for an answer from Roman.

Veronique was slightly startled by a voice that made itself present near her right ear, but she quickly regained composure, before almost growling. Her head and upper body turned sharply round to look at the person - a male, she noted - who had spoken. "For your information," she began, a sharp edge in her tone. "I don't need anyone's advice. And further more, my reputation is just--"

But her words were cut off by Mr. James, who had coughed. She glanced over at the teacher, noticing the disapproving look on his face. She almost seemed to growl as she turned to face the front. This one behind her, she thought, definitely wouldn't be someone she would have bend to her will. She'd probably send a few nightmares his way tonight, she figured.

No, he just wouldn't do. She needed someone who was sickeningly sweet and more than trusting to manipulate this year. Only that would do.








And speaking of sickeningly sweet, Victoria had listened in turn to the people in the room who had shared their powers. She smiled at what Kells had said his power was; how cool was it that he could talk to animals?

She had definitely noticed when Ezekiel had walked through the door of the classroom though, and she gave him a small wave as he took a seat.

But she figured it was her turn to talk at least. She stood from her seat, and gave a small curtsy. "Well, my name is Victoria Summers. My power is related to the fact that I'm blind; I can still see all of you even so, because my body is constantly putting pressure on the world around it." She smiled, glancing around the room, before tilting her head to the side a bit and finishing. "So, I guess you could say that I've got control over pressure. As far as I know, my power extends for around a mile radius, so I can not only see your outlines when I look directly at you, but I can locate people within that area as well. But thats about it!" She grinned, taking her seat once more.

Glancing down at the pile of index cards on her desk, she put them at the corner of it, not very interested in them because she couldn't read them. Mr. Zed walked over to take them, also taking the cards from the other people who had piles on their desks.

He paused though as he was picking up the last pile, his eyes focused towards the back of the room. "Jason..." he began in a low voice, and so naturally, Victoria turned her head to see what was going on. But she couldn't quite tell, because all she could see was the 'outline' figure that was Jason. Mr. Zed continued speaking though. "Jason. Are you still with us? I'd like for you to try to find my voice, and concentrate on it." He had approached Jason's desk, and was now almost level with the students vision. He seemed to look him over, almost analyzing what was going on, before he spoke again. "Do you know where you are?" It seemed as if Mr. Zed had picked up on the fact that something was bothering Jason, and that he seemed to be in a world of his own - a rather tense, seemingly angry world, anyway.

The headmistress had met Brandon in the entrance hall, and shown him to a room. She had acted as if she had known he was arriving, but he was in a guest bedroom, and he knew she had not the faintest notice that he was arriving. Brandon decided upon sleep, especially since he had thought he saw a girl shoot fire, much like he could, but then, he was always seeing fire, why not see it here as well? Skipping class probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but he was tired, so he didn't care.

Lilli was filling out a paper, when Aubrie started to talk. "Do you know why he calls me 'Stonehenge'? I don't really get it." She confessed to Lilli. Then she glanced up and saw that Mr. Klien was at the front of her desk. "Not doing your work 'Stonehenge'?" He said, sounding serious. Lilli couldn't tell if he was joking, it seemed that he was that sort of person. "No, I am working, see?" Aubrie said trying to convince him. "Anyways, I don't get it..." Aubrie said. "Yeah, I can tell." Mr. Klien said, very serious. At this, Aubrie frowned. "No! I mean, why do you call me Stonehenge?" Aubrie said, almost complaining. "Well, there was a man by the name of John Aubrey who discovered the 'Aubrey Holes' located at Stonehenge. That is why I call you Stonehenge. Now do you get it?" He said, still sounding too serious. "Yeah, okay." Aubrie said, not really sounding like she did understand. "Then why do you call me 'Flower Girl'?" Lilli said. "Well, a lily is a flower. Lilli, lily. Get it?" Mr. Klien said. "Yeah I suppose." Lilli said, but she froze up after she finished her sentence, only because she watched a boy walk through the wall. She swore she jumped. At that, Mr. Klien turned around, and smile at the young man. "And you must be the missing student?" He said to the boy. "Sorry I'm late." The boy had said as he made his way to his seat.

One of the teachers had come and knocked on the door. Lilli wasn't sure which one, or what for. But Mr. Klien excused himself. Next thing she knew Aubrie had made her way over to the boy, and started to bother him, probably. She didn't mean it, it was just the way that Aubrie was.


Aubrie didn't feel like working on her work, so she tried to find ways to not do it. She thought a little on how the class was going so far, then remembered that Mr. Klien kept calling her "Stonehenge". She didn't really get why he was calling her that. She figured it wouldn't hurt to ask Lilli. "Do you know why he calls me 'Stonehenge'? I don't really get it." Aubrie said as she tried to find reasons why he would call he that. She looked up and realized that Mr. Klien was in front of Lilli's desk. "Not doing your work 'Stonehenge'?" He almost sounded serious while he was saying this. He seemed to be one of those people who were hard to figure out. "No, I am working, see?" Aubrie said, showing him her empty form. "Anyways, I don't get it..." Aubrie said, trying to change the subject. But she was cut off by Mr. Klien. "Yeah, I can tell." Mr. Klien said, still in a very serious voice, it was kind of scary how serious he was. "No! I mean, why do you call me Stonehenge?" She said, hoping to sound a little upset. "Well, there was a man by the name of John Aubrey who discovered the 'Aubrey Holes' located at Stonehenge. That is why I call you Stonehenge. Now do you get it?" He said. 'Why would he know something like that? History buff much?' Aubrie said to her self. Next thing she knew Lilli jumped, looking extremely startled. She made her attention to where Lilli's eyes had met a young man. He seemed very pretty, so Aubrie hoped he was a boy. He almost looked like a girl. Maybe he was a she? She thought a little to herself. The student apologized for being late, then sat down, not too far away.

Mr. Klien was called out of the room, only because another teacher had got him out. She wasn't too sure why he had left, but she didn't seem to care, it wasn't any of her business. She decided this was a golden opportunity to get to know the new kid. She quickly made her way over to him, hoping he wasn't one of those mean kids. "Hi, my name is Aubrie, what's yours?" She said, with her pale blue eyes seeming to almost sparkle.



Skye wasn't to thrilled about this class by now. She already seemed to have an enimy. She heard the boy say the comment to the girl who was apparently named 'Veronique'? Skye didn't seem to fond of this name, it sounded too girly. Skye turned around to see the girls reaction to the boys comment. She almost wanted to laugh at the girl, but this didn't seem like a time to get in a fight with someone. "For your information, I don't need anyone's advice. And further more, my reputation is just-" Veronique had been interrupted by Mr. James, because he had coughed. 'Well, I suppose that was fun, while it lasted.' Skye thought to herself.

Bored, and tired Skye was hoping on not to have to do anything the first day, but that was stupid for her to think, she thought. "Now, how about we start out on a small little quiz on what you already know about health related things?" Mr. James said. 'Maybe it is time to ditch?' She thought to herself, trying make up her mind. But it was already too late, she was stuck in what felt like an eternity of pain and suffering; it was quiz time.

Roman looked at the board and caught sight of the awkward formation of letters, they were similar to the german texts he had read for chemistry notes but the written english language was far more difficult to decipher than he had first anticipated. He heard Cole remark about where he was from, obviously his English accent was not quite as on par as he had thought. He refocused his wording,"I am...", he paused to remember what he was saying,"of a particularly large city in the country of Russia. May I ask where you have come from?", he finished glancing over to the instructor who rifled through papers and started to jot quick notes. Roman noted that the man was left-handed as he wrote, but was unsure of how qualified he actually was for this position. The man stopped writing and pushed his glasses up with his hand and dropped his pencil on what Roman had presumed were notes. He strutted to the board, he was a short man standing at around 5'6 with a very flat monotone look about him. He underlined the text on the board and read it aloud,"Define success." Roman slipped out his latest journal and translated the words used and their pronunciation in a small side caption. He withheld an initial statement to analyze other students and their responses...of course he wanted to remain relatively inconspicuous for a while as well.

Gordo can not help but to glance over at Veronique and Antonio but stops paying attention when Mr. James makes reference to a quiz. That's his sign.

"Well," Gordo exclaims as he stands up out of his seat. "What I know about Health is that I'm not sticking around. You all have a... lovely morning." His voice is tired and he yawns loudly as he walks towards the door. He's not prepared for this. Not mentally or emotionally. He can feel a migraine coming on and he has no sunglasses and has not mentally prepared himself to make sure his "mood shifts" do not get him in to any serious trouble.

Every beat of his heart is like thunder in his ears and the morning light is not kind to him. He has always been a late afternoon-evening kind of guy, preferring to sleep-in during the morning. Running through the streets and crossing the roofs of the cities of America at night had always given Gordo such a rush. This place, though. This whole island. He can not help but to feel slightly claustrophobic by it all.
The name Summers echoes in his head; the name that the mysterious man who had confirmed the rumors of this school's existence had given him. Was there something special about this Summers or perhaps they were just the founding family of this school? Gordo has a feeling that he might be thinking too much in to it but so far it is the only place he has found, even heard of, that offers help to people like him.
Unfortunately, as far as he is concerned, Health class with Mr. James is not the help that he needs.

Gordo casually walks out of the classroom and even makes sure to shut the door quietly. His walk down the hall is somber, his feet dragging both from the weariness of the morning and of life in general. Perhaps he will return to his room. He does not like the idea of leaving all of his stuff there unattended.

"Well, my name is Victoria Summers. My power is related to the fact that I'm blind; I can still see all of you even so, because my body is constantly putting pressure on the world around it."

Her voice echoed through his head, the word 'blind' kept echoing stronger and stronger in his head.

"Jason..."

Jason turned his head sharply towards Mr. Zed. His flames became thicker and hotter.

"Jason. Are you still with us? I'd like for you to try to find my voice, and concentrate on it."

Jason stared into Mr. Zed's eyes. He tried concentrating on his voice, but for no use, the memories kept flashing in his mind.
Flames began escaping his mouth, reaching Mr. Zed's face.

"Do you know where you are?"

Jason's eyes turned normal for a second as he answered:"School". His eyes were filled by their red colour once again.
Then, a memory of his burned mother flashed in his head, releasing great amount of pressure from his body. Jason stood up, facing Mr. Zed whilst the flames grew bigger, his scar was literaly shining red by now.
Jason raised his hand towards Mr. Zed's neck, flames erupting from his body every now and then, causing a slight distortion to the objects around him (from the pressure and heat).

Victoria's voice suddenly began echoing through his head, it was the word 'blind' again. Jason glanced at Victoria and his flames almost vanished, but as her voice stopped echoing through his head, he turned his head back to Mr. Zed and his flames returned to their previous size.

Luzia was unfortunately brought back to the present day, as she heard a little bit of commotion and worry going through people's minds. She shook her head and brought herself fully to the classroom. This Jason person had been causing trouble again, after noticing this she sighed out of boredom.
"To be honest I think we should just leave him try and work it for himself 'cause he probably can't even hear you guys anyway. Just stay away in case things get too out of control." She said, loud enough for everyone to hear. She could hear some people's thoughts about her being a bitch and to steer clear from her. She just laughed at those people and ran her hand through her hair.
"I don't care what you people think, I find it rather amusing, gives me a little entertainment." She said, hopping on to her desk and swinging her legs back and forth. She was focusing most on Jason's memories, that's why she advised everyone to step back.
"I really would step back, you never know when he's going to blow." She said fake smiling.

Brandon woke with a start. He could sense fire. There was a fire in the school! He searched his room, but surprisingly, he was not the cause of this fire for once. He dressed quickly and ripped open the door. A student, passing by, almost got hit by the door, and shouted abuse at him as he ran towards the fire's source. After a while, he came to a classroom. He stopped, senses tingling. Yes, there was fire in this room.

Brandon slowly edged the door open, checking for fire. When he looked in, someone, or something (I was too hard to tell through the flames), was on fire. More, it seemed they controlled it and were engulfed by it. They were standing face to face with the teacher, and all the other students were edging away, back against the wall. Brandon stared. This was weird. It appeared he had found someone else who could control fire, and then all of a sudden he felt rather stupid. He had ran from his room to get here, just to stand in the door? He sighed, then moved into the classroom, pondering what he could possibly do. The old saying 'Fight fire with fire' came to mind.

Focusing his energy, Brandon tried his best to make and control fire. He wasn't very good at this. At last, a fireball appeared ini his hand, and he willed it to cover his arm and hand like a glove. His attention wavered as he noticed a girl standing on her desk, closer the the others, and he almost lost control of his fire. Steadying himself, he then moved to the one creating all the fire, and stepped between him and the teacher. At least pyro's are fire resistant, he thought with a grimace, as he waited for the other to do something.

The boy that suddenly appeared infront of him with a fireball in his hand annoyed him.
Jason swiftly clenched his raised hand onto the boy's throat, the flames engulfing Jason became bigger and began engulfing the boy infront of him, which was apperantly a pyro. But what the boy didn't know was, that controlling fire wasn't Jason's only ability, even though it was much stronger than the boy's fire. Jason was also abnormally fast......And strong.

Jason's grip on the boy's throat was very tight, almost tight enough to choke him.

"I really would step back, you never know when he's going to blow."

Jason turned his head and looked at Luzia, slightly loosening his grip on the boy's throat. The way she said those words made Jason even more angry than he was.
Jason raised his free hand towards Luzia. But it wasn't fire that came out of his hand, as his fire was now concentrated on the boy near him. It was high pressure that was released straight at Luzia and because of Jason's inability to control his powers, some of the pressure might have "hit" other people, maybe even outside of the class.

Gwen watched Jason with both awe and fear. Such strong, amazing powers, yet he obviously had little to no control of them what so ever. She nervously clenched her hand tightly around her pencil, able to feel the heat from the flames from where she sat, yet she didn't move at all. She continued to watch, a very thin coil of water wrapping around her arm with out her realizing it, an as soon as she noticed it, she made it dissolve into thin air. Gwen chewed on her lip, racking her brain.

Gwen felt like she should help, maybe try to calm Jason down. What was t she always did when she felt her control start to slip? She kept tryig to remember, but it seemed that when it would be needed, thenmemory wouldn't come up, and her brain kept drawing up a blank. She glanced around the room, taking in everyones' faces of fear, while a few Thera like Luzia were more bored if anything. Mr. Zed as the other pyro boy who had come in were failing at calming Jason down. Obviously whatever had brought this on, was in Jason's head alone, where no one else could see to figure out how to help. No one but a telepathic person.

Gwen glanced at Luzia, sighing a bit before making her way over to Luzia's desk. "This may seem odd, Luzia, but I need you to tell me what's..." she began to say, until Jason raised his hand. Gwen kept her eyes on Jason, and without intending to, a wall of rocks formed between them, keeping the pressure from hitting anyone dead on, just hitting them slightly. Gwen turned back to Luzia, her eyes having a soft brown glow as she kept the rock wall up. "I need you to tell me what's going on in Jason's head.." she said, completely serious, working out in her mind that if she knew what Jason was thinking, maybe she would come up with how to get him to calm down and regain his composure.

Brandon struggled violently against the firm grip the other had on his throat. He could barely breathe. "Calm down", he gasped.
When he received no reply, he reached into his shirt and withdrew his slender steel knife, pressing it firmly against the wrist of the one holding him. "Release me", he said, still struggling to form words, "or... he trailed off, then put the knife back in his coat. That would not work.

Brandon was getting angry himself, but he tried his best to suppress his anger, and two angry, fire wielding people in the same room would make a scenario without any desirable endings. He focused hard, but a slight bit of rage altered with his focus, and he too erupted in flame. As he regained calm, Brandon's flame disappeared and he almost fainted. The grip on his throat wasn't getting any softer, and he figured we would pass out shortly.

Brandon did his best to sigh, but he couldn't due to the hand on his throat, so he sighed mentally instead. Then, he grabbed the arm around his throat, and with all his strength, performed a fighting move which should have thrown the other to the ground, however, all it did was strain his arms. Completely hopeless now, Brandon gave up and passed out. 'So much for helping' he thought, just before his vision went black.

Luzia looked at everything going on around her, she certainly was not used to this. A wall suddenly in front of her and high pressure suddenly being put on her mind.
"Will everyone just shut the heck up?!" She shouted. "I'm so not used to this. And roomie, you don't want to know what's going on in his mind, it's rather sickening and it will disturb you for life. It would be best if he was locked up. In my opinion..." She said to Gwen, yawning. She jumped off the desk and walked around the wall, her mind getting painful. She walked up to Jason and used something she knew worked on everyone, boys and girls, no matter how abnormal they were. She got her finger and pressed down on his pressure point in the neck. As she waited for it to react, she unwillingly delved into his history and it got more emotional the longer she had kept contact.

Jason let go of the boy's throat, making him fall to the ground, everything happened so fast. Jason jumped over the desk near him towards the wall of rocks with his legs raised towards it. Fire bursted out of his legs and engulfed the wall of rocks. Less than a second later, Jason hit the wall of rocks, causing them to break and crumble down. Jason passed through and raised his hand with the intention to burn Gwen and Luzia. But at that small second, Jason took control, for just a small second he controlled his actions and powers, kind of unnoticily.

Jason jumped towards Gwen, he could hear the last part of what she had said:"....what's going on in Jason's head.."
His hand reached her head and clenched onto it firmly, but not in a way that would hurt her. A thin string of fire formed and bursted out of his head, connecting to Gwen's head.
Jason's scar stopped glowing red and his eyes were back to normal, his flames have also vanished by now. Gwen could now see what he can see and what he's thinking about. She could see Jason burning tens of people and ripping his mom's burned head head off her shoulders. She could then see him setting a couple of teenagers on fire and shredding them to pieces. And she could also see him lying on the floor whilst a bunch of kids are laughing at him.

As soon as those things were shown to her, the string of fire vanished and Jason backed off, he blinked a few seconds and then looked around quite shocked. He then recovered his serious and cold face and lowered his head.

"I'm so sorry...." He said with a shakey voice. "I-I...." He stuttered. "Didn't want to ruin this......." He looked like he was struggling to talk.

Gwen jumped as Jason broke through the rock wall, the rocks disappearing after he did so. As he raised his hand to shoot fire at her, a small amour of water flared up in front of her, dissolving after Jason seemingly controlednhimself.

As he grabbed her, Gwen struggled against Jason's hand, watching him with wide eyes as the thin strig of fire connected between their heads. She recoiled as she saw his thoughts; charred and burned bodies, shredding teens to pieces, holding a woman, his miter maybe,'s head. But the last thought stuck out, instead of other people being hurt, he was te one laying on the groud while others laughed at him. Then, the thoughts all disappeared as he backed away from her, Gwen shakily leaning against a desk.

Taking a moment to calm down, Gwen looked at Jason, watchig as he struggled with what to say, and how everyone just stared at him. Chewin on her lip again, Gwen stood up a litle straighter, trying to think of something to say

Brandon coughed twice and opened his eyes. He struggled to remember what had happened. When he did, he looked for the one who had almost choked him. When his eyes came to rest upon the one, he looked really upset. Brandon sighed, he supposed this was a regular at this school. He got up, and walked over to Jason, and put a hand on his shoulder. "You alright?" Brandon asked, "No hard feelings over what happened before, I lose control sometimes too".

Luzia looked over at everyone and scowled them all.
"You lot are feeling sorry for him? Are you serious? Ugh..." Luzia said, completely flabbergasted at everyone's lack of response. She rolled her eyes at everyone before going back to her seat at the back of the classroom, not able to get those dang images out of her head. She knew, then, that she was going to be scarred for life. She propped her feet back on her desk as she sat on her chair, putting her earphones in and trying to escape from her current reality. She looked out the window at the trees and landscape and couldn't wait for this lesson to finish and get rid of certain people.

"You alright?"
"No hard feelings over what happened before, I lose control sometimes too."

Jason raised his head and looked at Brandon. "What?" He said quite shocked. "I almost killed you and you're......." Jason glanced at the floor and then raised his sight back to Brandon. "Ya, I'm fine...." Jason sighed and looked at Gwen.
"I'm sorry for....." He glanced at the floor and gulped the saliva in his mouth slowly. "Sharing with you..." He raised his head and tried smiling, but it barely looked like a smile.

"You lot are feeling sorry for him? Are you serious? Ugh..."

Jason turned his head towards Luzia. He watched her as she put her earphones. Jason walked towards her and kneeled down beside her facing the floor. "I'm again.....Sorry about harming you....." He paused, took a deep breath and said:"I can't control my powers, never could." He sighed and added:"I hope you understand that I never intend to harm.......I just can't control----" He stopped at the middle of his sentence and stayed quiet. He raised his head and looked into Luzia's eyes. 'I know you can hear me and I know you've seen quite a lot of my memories. I'm sure you can see it wasn't easy for me to control my powers and that everytime I used them, it was because I was humiliated.....Or laughed upon.' Jason thought to himself, sensing her presence inside his mind.

Jason stood and walked towards Mr. Zed. "I would like to talk to you after class......If that's ok." Jason said seriously and determined. He wanted to speak with Mr. Zed about something important.

Brandon smiled, "Its good to have friends rather than foes" he said, then followed Jason up to speak with the teacher. Excuse me sir, I am sorry for interrupting your class, I'm not really sure which class it is, and whether or not I take it, so if you would excuse me, I am tired, and I shall go to my room. Mr. Zed nodded, and Brandon left the room, waving to Jason before he did. When Brandon got to his room he collapsed upon his bed. How unlike him. Making friends and trying(and failing) to calm down someone who has lost control. Normally he would have just sat and watched. What was so special about this time. He really had no idea, and he was soon asleep.

Gwen looked at Jason, nodding slighty. "It's fine.." she said with a faint smile, though kept playing the images in her head. Surely those images haunted him as well, and no one deserved that. She used to believe her own life was rough, but mnow she's thankful for it.
Gwen turned, looking at Luzia, watchig as Jason explained to her about his powers. She shook her head lightly. It wasn't exactly okay for him to do such as he had just done, but surely he could be forgiven

As he began scribbling the date and subject at the header of his notebook, Aubrey couldn't help but notice one of the two girl's in the class edging her way over towards him. He glanced up, only to find himself nearly face to face with her, his eyes widening slightly in confusion. She spoke; "Hi, my name is Aubrie, what's yours?" At this, he couldn't help but crack a smile upon his otherwise blank expression. He fought back a snicker as he replied.

"Aubrey." As he said this, the girl seemed a bit confused, as if she couldn't tell if he was repeating her name or answering the question. He figured he'd best answer the question in a more precise manner. "My name. It's Aubrey." He smiled, but just as he finished the sentence, the door to the room opened again, and the teacher, Mr. Klien, stepped back in to the class, causing Aubrey's attention to slowly move back towards his book, in a manner almost seeming to ignore the girl beside him. He didn't want to seem rude, but he'd rather be on the teacher's good side than the students if he had to choose. He kept his attention to the front as the teacher began talking again, feeling a little bad that he'd in essence flipped the girl off. He hoped she didn't take it the wrong way...