I slowly and cautiously washed my hands in the girls' bathroom at La Brea High. I watched as a group of girls came to redo their make-up and gossip. I was relieved to find that I was going unnoticed by the group.
It seemed ridiculous that girls came to the bathroom just to do their make-up and not actually use the restroom. It made no sense to me. The world had changed so much, now everything was about make-up and boys.
Ok, maybe not that much has changed. It's always been about looks and boys. I'm one to talk about the bathroom scene myself though. I was in there to follow someone. I was starting to get impatient. She was spending a lot of time in the stall.
My first choice of the daughters to convince was Catty Turner. Although she was the most untrusting of the daughters, I thought it would be best to convince her first. It would be difficult but I had no doubt I could conquer.
I began to wonder if she ditched school by her power of time travel. According to what I had read in her head, she tended to do that. I knew I would feel some power flow though; my powers were to strong for her to pass without my noticing.
I finally stopped washing my hand once I felt them starting to prune. I never did like the feeling of pruned hands, being spoiled though I never really experienced it much. As I was drying my hands she finally came out of the stall.
The girls doing their make-up smiled and waved to her. She returned the gestures and quickly washed her hands and fixed her medium light brown hair. I paused as she stood next to me, also drying her hands.
Her aura of goodness and hope was intoxicating. It was so hard not to use my powers on her. The urge was painful; it ran through my blood with quickness and thirstiness. It had been deprived for so long.
It would be so easy too. Just too quickly enter her mind and steal her hope. Maybe even play with her a bit, taking it all little by little, watching her writhe in pain on the floor by twisting her thoughts momentarily.
I quickly shook my head and exited the bathroom. I was overwhelmed by those evil thoughts. I was saddened by the fact I was so easily taken over. I had to control my urge better than that. If I didn't father might find me.
I quickly passed through the crowded halls. I watched as some boys stared at me suggestively. If they only knew what I could do and who I was, I believe they'd bow down and show me respect. Rather than openly leer. If I were in my homeland they would be immediately executed for even looking at me. Father might even put them in eternal torture for looking at me like that.
I sighed; there were some advantages of being princess of the night. I smiled coyly at the thought and continued to my next class; which according to my schedule was Spanish 2.
I entered the classroom just before the bell rang. The class quickly quieted down as the teacher stood. The teacher's aura was powerful and would be scary to any high-school student.
He looked at me with half-disgust. I entered his mind to find that he thought I would be a trouble maker. I wouldn't blame the poor man, first impressions tended to be true.
Of course I wouldn't cause any trouble, but I could if I really wanted to…
I remembered what the front office lady told me. I needed to hand every teacher my information sheet and then do as they say.
It had been fairly easy to manipulate the lady's head into thinking my parents had already enrolled me to this school. I gave her a fake name and made her think we were old buddies, like she used to baby-sit me or something. I can't really remember what nonsense I stuffed into her head about us. I handed the teacher my papers and quietly waited.
He took my 'information' and studied me, "¿Como te llamas?" *What's your name?* He seemed to be going through a regular thing. I guess it was something he did with every new student.
"Lees mi información, debes saber." *You read my information, you should know* I replied smoothly without an accent. I know didn't look Hispanic but I could say any language with precision. I had been all over the world.
Some of the kids drew in a sharp breath of air while others tried to suppress a laugh. I could feel the amount of respect the students now had for me. If this was all I had to do to get their respect it had been easier than I thought.
The teacher looked at me with shock and anger. I could see the fire igniting in his eyes; he calmly replied though, "Signifiqué a la clase." *I meant to the class*
"Mis apologías." *My apologies* I smiled humbly to the teacher and turned towards the class, "Me llamo Melanie." *My name is Melanie* I decided to quickly erase his memory about the little scene I just caused so I wouldn't be too much on his bad side.
The teacher then told me to sit behind a very handsome young man with dark brown hair and a light tan. I could automatically tell he was a body builder, must be into some kind of sport. I took my seat happily and felt the stares of the class as I went to sit.
As the teacher turned his back to continue teaching, the kids around me turned to whisper to me.
The first to speak was the cutie who sat in front of me, "I can't believe you just said that to Mr. Ramon. I feel bad for you; he's going to have it out for you the rest of the year."
I smiled flirtatiously and replied, "I don't think he'll have much of a problem with me."
I turned my attention to back to the board and winked at Mr. Cutie to let him know the teacher was about to turn around. He quickly turned around and waited for Mr. Ramon to turn around again.
"I'm Michael by the way." He held out his hand halfway and I shook it gratefully. His name seemed to ring a bell in my head. Once our hands made contact I knew exactly why. His skin still had her faint aura.
He was Michael Saratoga: Vanessa Cleveland's beloved boyfriend. Vanessa was another daughter; her power was to make herself and others invisible. I knew how handy that power could be. She tended not to use her power, which was really a great waste. Her power was so useful. She needed all the practice she could get.
The bell finally rang and I was able to escape the pain of not being able to flirt with Michael. It would put me on the wrong side of Vanessa, and I couldn't have that interfere with my plan.