Chiara seemed better after having talked with Streak. She went for an early
drive and then went to "Concentration" Class. She stepped into the
classroom and was immediately grabbed by Yuako.
"I thought you'd /I show up!" she giggled excitedly.
"Don't the psychics have a special class, Yuako?" Chiara asked her friend with a confused look. Yuako didn't say anything for a moment, she seemed too excited by something going on at the front. Chiara tried to see over the crowds for moment, Yuako closed her eyes and bamfed them to the front, ignoring a few students annoyed voices.
"What the..." Chiara said, having never bamfed before, it was like splitting apart temporarily.
"Look!" Yuako said, pointing to the scene at the front of the classroom. "Austin knocks him out, and then Simon revives him!" she laughed.
Chiara studied the scene. First, an African American boy placed his hands on the neck of another boy, who looked like he'd been a member of Simon's posse, and he fell to the ground. Immediately Simon bent over him, hands glowing a faint gold and the posse member got up.
The sound of the slightly impressed applause suddenly stopped and the sound of high heels clicking towards them.
"Mr. Erikson, Mr. Bell, Mr. Denson!" Storm shouted, her calm presence twisted with annoyance. "How many times have I told you? Please save your tricks for Iin class/I!" she sighed.
"Sorry Ororo." The African American boy said.
"Yeah, we were just practicing concentration." Simon nodded, but his attention was not on Storm. Yuako elbowed Chiara sharply in the ribs, making Chiara snap out of the staring contest she was having with the floor.
"Ow! What?" she asked.
"He likes you." Yuako hissed, a grin tracing a lips.
"What? Who? Simon!?" Chiara asked. Her friend nodded, biting her lower lip to keep from laughing. "Yuako, are you insane! I just mortally injured a few of his closest friends, he doesn't /I me!"
"I'm not insane, I'm psychic." Yuako said pointedly. "And he /I."
"Sit down please." Storm said as Chiara was about to protest. They took their seats. Yuako realized she was in fact in the wrong class and rush out, her cheeks red with embarrassment.
Chiara chewed her bottom lip, trying to listen to something Storm was saying about how the brain works. She looked over her shoulder at Simon, who was looking back with his vivid green eyes. She turned back instantaneously, surprised by her own actions.
"Chiara. Could you please tell me what part of your brain is used for thought control?" Storm asked suddenly. Everyone in the class looked at her.
"Um... the cerebellum?" Chiara guessed. She didn't even know the names of the parts of the brain, the fact that they were printed on the wall behind storm was just good luck.
"No. The cerebrum." Storm said. A few people chuckled in Chiara's direction. She folded her arms and lent down on her desk, wishing the lesson would be over.
"I thought you'd /I show up!" she giggled excitedly.
"Don't the psychics have a special class, Yuako?" Chiara asked her friend with a confused look. Yuako didn't say anything for a moment, she seemed too excited by something going on at the front. Chiara tried to see over the crowds for moment, Yuako closed her eyes and bamfed them to the front, ignoring a few students annoyed voices.
"What the..." Chiara said, having never bamfed before, it was like splitting apart temporarily.
"Look!" Yuako said, pointing to the scene at the front of the classroom. "Austin knocks him out, and then Simon revives him!" she laughed.
Chiara studied the scene. First, an African American boy placed his hands on the neck of another boy, who looked like he'd been a member of Simon's posse, and he fell to the ground. Immediately Simon bent over him, hands glowing a faint gold and the posse member got up.
The sound of the slightly impressed applause suddenly stopped and the sound of high heels clicking towards them.
"Mr. Erikson, Mr. Bell, Mr. Denson!" Storm shouted, her calm presence twisted with annoyance. "How many times have I told you? Please save your tricks for Iin class/I!" she sighed.
"Sorry Ororo." The African American boy said.
"Yeah, we were just practicing concentration." Simon nodded, but his attention was not on Storm. Yuako elbowed Chiara sharply in the ribs, making Chiara snap out of the staring contest she was having with the floor.
"Ow! What?" she asked.
"He likes you." Yuako hissed, a grin tracing a lips.
"What? Who? Simon!?" Chiara asked. Her friend nodded, biting her lower lip to keep from laughing. "Yuako, are you insane! I just mortally injured a few of his closest friends, he doesn't /I me!"
"I'm not insane, I'm psychic." Yuako said pointedly. "And he /I."
"Sit down please." Storm said as Chiara was about to protest. They took their seats. Yuako realized she was in fact in the wrong class and rush out, her cheeks red with embarrassment.
Chiara chewed her bottom lip, trying to listen to something Storm was saying about how the brain works. She looked over her shoulder at Simon, who was looking back with his vivid green eyes. She turned back instantaneously, surprised by her own actions.
"Chiara. Could you please tell me what part of your brain is used for thought control?" Storm asked suddenly. Everyone in the class looked at her.
"Um... the cerebellum?" Chiara guessed. She didn't even know the names of the parts of the brain, the fact that they were printed on the wall behind storm was just good luck.
"No. The cerebrum." Storm said. A few people chuckled in Chiara's direction. She folded her arms and lent down on her desk, wishing the lesson would be over.