A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to upload a new chapter: I kinda fell out of the habit since it's summer!

"Lizzie!" came a thought in Lizzie's half-conscious mind. She groaned and rolled over. "Lizzie, wake up! You're going to be late for the interview at the school!" her mom ordered her.

"Oh, great!" Lizzie groaned. "Now that I have telepathic powers, she can nag me all she wants and I can't slam the door on her!"

"Lizzie, GET UP!" the thought was screamed this time. Lizzie leaped up. "I'm up!" she yelled down the stairs, clutching her head in a half-mocking, half-painful way.

"Oh, God!" Lizzie gasped. "The interview's today!" In a flash, she was dressed in her favorite jeans and pink T-shirt, her make-up was applied, and her hair was done, and she zipped down the two flights of stairs and had chugged down her orange juice and choked down her bagel, and was waiting in the car.

"Hurry up!" Lizzie cried, agitated. "We're gonna be late! We do have to drive two hours, you know!" "Do I have to go?" Matt whined at his parents.

"We are not leaving you alone in the house for nearly the whole day," Sam said sternly. "You are going with us, no matter what." "Let me get my Gameboy and Walkman," Matt said, knowing he was beat.

Just as he started to go up the stairs, his Walkman and Gameboy floated down to him and shoved themselves into his hands. "Thanks, Lizzie!" he yelled to the car. "Get in the car, you weasel!" Lizzie shouted furiously.

Finally, 25 minutes later, stocked with refreshments and entertainment, the McGuire van finally pulled out of the driveway and started off to the boarding school in upper Massachusetts.

About half an hour later, Lizzie got bored of watching monotonous reruns of Bewitched on the portable TV, so she decided to drop in on Miranda's thoughts and see what she was thinking. This, of course, produced a challenge for Lizzie, as she found it hard to concentrate on one particular area. It was like trying to get an old radio to get one channel instead of a variety of country, rock, jazz, and pop.

She zoomed in and out of people's thoughts for a while until she found a good "frequency".

"Ugh, algebra so sucks," Lizzie heard Miranda think. "Why do we even have to know this stuff anyway? I mean, if I'm going to be an astronaut or a pilot, I can see why it comes in handy, but those are NOT at the top of my list of potential careers." Lizzie grinned.

"What about Gordo?" she wondered. Once again, she had to focus her energy on the one spot she was trying to get in touch with, but she eventually found his thoughtwaves.

"Of course!" she heard him think. "If a equals b and the square root of 9 is 81, then of course the answer is 1,987! I love knowing this stuff." Lizzie grinned again. Miranda and Gordo were so different, it was funny.

But eventually she got tired of eavesdropping on their thoughts and decided to fiddle around with objects she saw outside the window. She flipped her hand in circles and a mailbox slowly twirled around as its owner pulled his hand out and ran shrieking into the house.

Then, she raised the roof-literally. "Lizzie!" Jo yelled at her. "Put the roof back on this car immediately!" "But, Mom, it's so stuffy in here!" Lizzie protested, her hand holding the hovering roof above the car as it jerked to a stop. "Elizabeth-"her mom started.

Lizzie sighed, and lowered her hand and the roof slowly lowered itself back onto the car. "Thank you," Jo said. "And if you dare use your telekinetic powers in this car again, young lady, I will punish you so badly that you will think twice before you even raise your hand again!"

"Yes, Mother," Lizzie said, and the car started going again. "Busted," Matt hissed at her. "Shut up, worm!" Lizzie hissed back.

About two hours later, the McGuire family arrived at the gates, where they all stared with awe at the school. It was, Lizzie realized, exactly how the movies portrayed it. "Name, please?" came the abrupt thought. "Lizzie McGuire, I'm here to see Jean Grey and Professor Xavier," Lizzie answered. The gates swung open, and the car drove through.

Lizzie was out of the car before it stopped, staring at the school in admiration. "Man, they got it going on," she said. "Like you're actually gonna go here," Matt snorted. Lizzie shoved him. "Better not make me mad, twerp!" Lizzie growled. "If you do anything," Matt taunted, "I'll tell Mom and Dad." Lizzie controlled her urge to squeeze his throat, and settled for an aggravated groan as she stomped towards the doors.

"Lizzie McGuire," said a red-haired woman, who had opened the door as Lizzie started to knock. "Welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters!" Just then, Mr. and Mrs. McGuire came up, Matt in tow. "Mrs. McGuire," the woman smiled. "And Mr. McGuire! How nice of you to come. If you'll please step inside..."

As the family entered the school, the red haired woman smiled at Lizzie and directed a thought at her. "Do they know the true origins of this school?" "I don't think they ever saw the movies or the TV series, so no, probably not," Lizzie answered.

The woman gave a barely perceptible nod to her and thought, "I'll take care of it." Out loud she said, "So, Mr. and Mrs. McGuire, would you like to hear about our academics and the student life?"

"If you don't mind," Sam said, and Jo said at the same time, "Would you mind giving us your name?" "Oh, I'm sorry," the red-haired woman said apologetically. "It must have slipped my mind. I'm Jean Grey. Nice to meet you." As she shook Sam and Jo's hands, Matt's eyes widened and he darted a look at Lizzie.

Lizzie nodded, and Matt started to blurt something out, so Lizzie clamped his mouth shut with her powers. He glared at her and she smiled innocently.

"Well, we have several different class options for the 9th grade," Jean started off. "We have electives, such as yearbook staff, photography team, home ec., computer science, and others, and we have several different math classes, as we have discovered that many students vary in their math skills. Our basic math classes are Algebra I, Algebra II, and occasionally Pre-Algebra, if need be. Our literature classes focus on classic books such as Dante, Mark Twain, Euripedes, Homer, and others. We also have several different science classes, such as physics, chemistry, and biology, whichever the student prefers. We have one main history class for the 9th grade, and that is World Civilization. I think that covers our academics."

"Wow," Jo said, a little stunned at how quickly Jean Grey had managed to cover the material so quickly. "May we meet the teachers?" "Well, first let's meet the principal, what do you say?" Jean smiled, and directed the family towards Professor Xavier's office.

"This is it," Lizzie thought. "I'm going to meet Professor Xavier."