Previously:
My schedule isn't too horrible, but I'm upset that I have to have gym. It's the third Friday of this month, so I have no class and lunch is in an hour. I take a bubble bath and put on some fresh clothes. Finally, it's time for lunch.

NOW:

I quickly use the map on the back of my schedule to get myself to the lunchroom. It's surprisingly modern, in the old-fashioned school. The room is huge, and two lines of students are going through a little area in the back that I'm guessing is the area where you actually get your food. I take the quicker line and am soon coming out with a small salad, a water bottle, and an apple. I look around and then head for a table with no one sitting there. Suddenly something slams my tray into me, spattering salad on my chest and making me drop everything else. I feel like my head's about to explode as I face my attacker. She's petite, with the longest brown hair and innocent blue eyes. Her wide mouth is twisted into a sneer, and a girl behind her is snickering. I say coolly, "I'm sorry, but you seem to have misdirected your hand into my lunch tray."

The sneer is replaced by a smirk as the girl behind her begins to cackle. I step forward, closing the distance between us to six inches. I whisper, deadly anger beneath my words, "Apologize. Now."

She's not afraid, though. She sneers, lightly pushing my shoulder, "Make me, newbie."

That's all it takes for me to reach out and try and punch her. With lighting fast reflexes, she grabs my arm. She laughs, twisting it behind my back. I jerk back with that elbow and she stumbles away. We get into a major cat fight then; I turn my hands into claws and rip at her hair and clothes, while she pummels me with the heels of her hands. Suddenly she grabs my neck and slams me onto a table, driving the breath out of me. I retaliate by taking the heels of my hands and beating her in the head with them. She shrieks and slams me down again, giving me time to get my knees up and shove her off.

I feel anger bubbling up through me and a rumbling sounds in my ears. It suddenly reminds me of the ocean and, with that thought, water sprays into the cafeteria. The pipes burst and they pound the girl with heavy streams of water. She shrieks and the water stops. The girl looks like a drowned cat. The other girl runs over and yells, "Abby! Are you okay?"

Abby spits, "Shut up, Kira."

The two of them stalk off, giving me dirty looks. A melodic voice says to my right, "Wow. That was unbelievable."

I turn, and see the girl is moderate height with spiked blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. I say, embarrassed, "Umm... I don't know what I did."

The girl smiles and says, "I'm Nyx. You're Bella, right?"

I nod and reply, not questioning why she used my nickname unlike Alissa, "Yep. The newbie."

Nyx laughs, "That's Abby for ya. Not all of us Blue Wing girls are like her. Kira used to be a decent person until Abby came. So how did you do that with the water? My thing is wind, and I can't even get paper to go up in the air."

I'm confused again. I shriek, "That can't have been me!"

Nyx sighs, "Chillax, girl. Let's go. I'm taking you to Mrs. Johnson."

Without giving me time to protest, she dragged me out of the lunch room and through several halls to a set of huge doors. Nyx knocks once and a voice calls, "Come in!"

Me and Nyx walk in and Nyx says, "Headmistress Johnson, this is Bella Swan, our newest student. She's shown an extraordinary talent."

I blush and Headmistress Johnson says, black eyes twinkling, "Well, what can she do?"

Nyx replies in a hushed tone, "She has the ability to manipulate water. She made the pipes bust in the lunch room and shoot water at Abby."

Headmistress Johnson laughs and says, "Now that's something!"

To me, she asks, "Can you recreate what you did?"

I blush brighter red and reply quietly, "I guess."

The older woman smiles and says, "I have a glass of water somewhere in this room. Think you can move the water from that glass to the empty one on my desk?"

I nod and focus. I tap into the roaring in my mind and my vision changes. Everything but a single cylinder shape is the normal color, but the cylinder is a deep oceanic blue. I focus on that and make it move through the air to the cup. It plunks itself inside and Headmistress Johnson whispers, "Remarkable."

OK thanks for reading! Please review; they make me happy! Sorry I didn't describe the Headmistress too well, but she's Sigourney Weaver and her pic is on my profile. Abby is Abigail Bresiln. Nyx is some random model I found. I hope you likey! One more thing.

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