Part 8
The following morning Chyna woke up actually smiling. She never went to school with a smile. ~Then again, it's not every day you can go to school knowing you can move things with my mind,~ she thought, a bounce in her step.
"What happened to you? You get a lobotomy or something?"
Chyna just smirked at Bryan's comment. "Ha, ha."
"Seriously. You have any idea how pretty you are when you actually smile?"
Chyna was at a loss for words. She was sure she must be flushing, but before she could save herself from further embarrassment Jacine came around a corner. Chyna's teeth gritted with annoyance. The popular girl had stopped by a water fountain, shoving another girl out the way, making fun of her drab, oversize grey sweater and faded old jeans.
"What do you *see* in girls like Jacine?" she demanded, shaking her head at Bryan.
Bryan was frowning. "I'm starting to wonder that herself."
The pipe in the water fountain burst. Chyna found her smile returning as a stream of high powered water burst out drenching the snotty girls, who ran around shrieking like mad, making complete fools of themselves, almost like a comic sketch.
"Talk about good timing," Bryan said, chuckling.
"Yeah," Chyna agreed. "Timing."
She smirked again. The rest of that day she cheered herself up with pretty much the same routine, but by last fourth period she was bored with it. It was all very well to use her new powers to mess with the snobby girls, but there had to be more she could do making pipes burst, breaking jewellery, throwing glasses at them and such, but as amusing as it was Chyna couldn't help feeling there was something more. She had to do something - else - something -
She was tired of being anonymous. She wanted to be remembered. But what could she do? As fun as burning down the school would have been, that had already been done, even if it was in an ancient Stephen King film and its crappy sequel.
"So are you actually planning on investing in that talent of yours or just doing tacky things to the popular bitches?"
Chyna had ducked into a bathroom before her math class. She didn't recognise the girl reflected in the mirror behind her. She was tall, with a skin so pale it was almost seemed to have a translucent shine. Her eyes were a startling scat like green. Her full lips were painted with black lipstick. She was dressed in a black top with red spaghetti straps and a black velvet skirt.
"Who the hell are you?" Chyna had never noticed the girl around school before. Hanging around in the shadows you got to notice people, see things, learn and hear things others missed, and nobody noticed you were there.
"Ayesha Chrome. I can tell you right now you're going to be interested in finding out about the Zetes Institute."
"What's that? And how do you know about my - talent?" Chyna demanded.
"Kind of what *I* do," Ayesha said with a smirk. "I'll find you after school." She turned and walked away.
Instead of wasting time with a math class, Chyna went to the library, finding herself a computer with an Internet connection and began digging on the Zetes Institute.
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The following morning Chyna woke up actually smiling. She never went to school with a smile. ~Then again, it's not every day you can go to school knowing you can move things with my mind,~ she thought, a bounce in her step.
"What happened to you? You get a lobotomy or something?"
Chyna just smirked at Bryan's comment. "Ha, ha."
"Seriously. You have any idea how pretty you are when you actually smile?"
Chyna was at a loss for words. She was sure she must be flushing, but before she could save herself from further embarrassment Jacine came around a corner. Chyna's teeth gritted with annoyance. The popular girl had stopped by a water fountain, shoving another girl out the way, making fun of her drab, oversize grey sweater and faded old jeans.
"What do you *see* in girls like Jacine?" she demanded, shaking her head at Bryan.
Bryan was frowning. "I'm starting to wonder that herself."
The pipe in the water fountain burst. Chyna found her smile returning as a stream of high powered water burst out drenching the snotty girls, who ran around shrieking like mad, making complete fools of themselves, almost like a comic sketch.
"Talk about good timing," Bryan said, chuckling.
"Yeah," Chyna agreed. "Timing."
She smirked again. The rest of that day she cheered herself up with pretty much the same routine, but by last fourth period she was bored with it. It was all very well to use her new powers to mess with the snobby girls, but there had to be more she could do making pipes burst, breaking jewellery, throwing glasses at them and such, but as amusing as it was Chyna couldn't help feeling there was something more. She had to do something - else - something -
She was tired of being anonymous. She wanted to be remembered. But what could she do? As fun as burning down the school would have been, that had already been done, even if it was in an ancient Stephen King film and its crappy sequel.
"So are you actually planning on investing in that talent of yours or just doing tacky things to the popular bitches?"
Chyna had ducked into a bathroom before her math class. She didn't recognise the girl reflected in the mirror behind her. She was tall, with a skin so pale it was almost seemed to have a translucent shine. Her eyes were a startling scat like green. Her full lips were painted with black lipstick. She was dressed in a black top with red spaghetti straps and a black velvet skirt.
"Who the hell are you?" Chyna had never noticed the girl around school before. Hanging around in the shadows you got to notice people, see things, learn and hear things others missed, and nobody noticed you were there.
"Ayesha Chrome. I can tell you right now you're going to be interested in finding out about the Zetes Institute."
"What's that? And how do you know about my - talent?" Chyna demanded.
"Kind of what *I* do," Ayesha said with a smirk. "I'll find you after school." She turned and walked away.
Instead of wasting time with a math class, Chyna went to the library, finding herself a computer with an Internet connection and began digging on the Zetes Institute.
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