Chapter 9: The Mystic
Morgan woke up to the sound of Onwards! From Doctor Who. It was her new alarm in the morning and it was a better song to ruin than a song that she actually liked and had slowly grown to detest since she associated it with waking up abruptly. She got up out of bed and turned off the alarm. The teenager got into the shower and did everything she needed to do. When she got out, she mentally reached out into her closet and pulled her clothes to her in the bathroom, all the articles remained floating in midair as she put lotion on her body and wrung out her hair with her towel. She got some deodorant on and cleaned her hands before pulling on her clothing. She walked out of the bathroom and looked at herself in the full length mirror on the wall.
She stood there, wearing shredded black jeans and a skin tight, burgundy tank top. She put on her black high tops and grabbed her jean jacket to tuck into her backpack in case she got cold at school, though she didn't think she would. The teenager felt somewhat odd that her anti-possession charm was in full view, but she also felt like it was a badge of honor. If anything really tied her life together, old and the new, it was that necklace. Morgan turned to the bathroom and went to put on her makeup. Though instead of praying that her hand would be steady enough to make everything smooth and even, she cheated. She imagined the movements she wanted, and there they were without her even trying. When she walked out of the bathroom, the teenager had a sort of nude smokey eye and thick, black, winged eyeliner. Her mascara was heavy and her lips adorned a matte taupe color. She felt like she was on top of the world with how she looked.
It had been a week since Sam and Dean had told her she was a psychic. They pulled her out of school for a week to make sure there weren't any more accidents. So when she wasn't keeping up with the school work, she had been practicing… a lot. She brushed out her wet hair one last time and walked out of her room with her back pack slung over her shoulder and her dog trailing at her heels. She walked into the kitchen and snagged a blueberry muffin that she made the night before and a big, fat honeycrisp apple, rinsing it off in the sink. She tucked the apple away in her backpack and grabbed her packed lunch and stuck it in her bag as well. She walked into the main room and found Sam and Dean at the table with their cups of coffee and laptops open. They must've been working on a case. She sat at the end of the table, slid the chair out slightly and crossed her legs as she put her feet up on the table.
"Mornin', kiddo," Dean told his daughter as she took a bite of her muffin. "Ready for school?"
"Yup." She popped the p as she spoke. She took another bite of the muffin as her father took another sip of his coffee before closing his computer and grabbing his car keys off the table.
"Alright then. Let's go, young padawan," Dean joked with her.
Morgan felt all powerful as she walked through the front lawn of the school. She had this air of confidence about her that had people staring. Today was they day she would stop being afraid of the other girls because she was good enough at using her ability that she could do it discreetly. The first thing she did this morning as she walked through the front lawn was get stopped by none other than Jonah Maifeld.
"Hey, where were you? You weren't at school last week," He stated awkwardly. The teenage boy seemed like he was trying a little too hard. It was as if he didn't want to sound too intrigued or too needy with knowing where she had been. She lied.
"I was home sick," Morgan smirked, pulling out the apple from her backpack and going to bite it, but she stopped when Lainey showed up. This scrawny blonde strutted right up to them in her nude, high heeled sandals. She donned a slightly too tight, Lilly Pulitzer pencil skirt that should've been flattering to any derriere had it not had way too loud colors worked into an obnoxious pattern. She wore that skirt with a tight, white long sleeve and a gold locket hanging from her neck. This was the kind of outfit that made Morgan want to punch someone in the face, but she refrained as the blonde and her way too tight ponytail wrapped her arms around Jonah, glaring right at Morgan.
"What's up, shut in? You're back now, huh?" Lainey asked, causing Morgan to sigh and roll her eyes. Jonah shook off the blonde and sighed quietly to himself.
"I'll see you later, Jonah," Morgan told him as she walked around the couple. But then Lainey had to open up her mouth.
"No you won't," Lainey called after Morgan. Morgan turned around and looked right at the blonde.
"M'kay," Morgan smiled. She willed Lainey to fall down and face plant in the dirt. Morgan felt accomplished when the blonde looked up at her with her ponytail and makeup slightly disheveled from the sheer force used. Morgan took a bite of her apple and walked away, making her way into the school as she left the faint sound of Lainey calling her a bitch behind her.
Morgan went from her locker to her homeroom, then from homeroom to Latin, which she had switched into in order to be a better hunter. From Latin she went to English, then math, then lunch. The teenager clutched her brown bag lunch in her hand as she found herself on the grass hill across the football field from the bleachers. It wasn't a super hot day, so a lot of people were eating outside. Some in the bleachers, some on the track around the field, some at the picnic tables, even kids under the trees and in the grass. She thought it would be a nice spot to people watch from behind her sunglasses, and she was right. It was a prime spot to watch Lainey and her little clique surrounded her in the bleachers. They sat at the very top of the bleachers, Lainey sitting by herself on the very top tier, like no one else was allowed to be above her. She felt like that was something the blonde was copying from Gossip Girl because she truly wanted be the Kansas Blair Waldorf. But this wasn't St. Jude's and they weren't sitting on the Met steps. It was Oak Hills High School and they were sitting on metal bleachers next to a football field.
"This seat taken?" Morgan looked up and saw Jonah carefully walking down the hill with his lunch as he gestured to the vacant space of grass next to her.
"Yeah, sorry. This kid Jonah wants to sit there. You might know him…?" Morgan joked.
"Very funny." Jonah laughed as he sat down next to her. He pulled out his sandwich and took a bite. "Sorry about Lainey by the way. She can be a bit overbearing," he told her. He made a deep sigh and decided to lean back in the grass. Morgan did the same just so she could be at eye level with him. If there was anything her mother taught her about social situations, it was the necessity of looking people in the eyes.
"No need to apologize, you're not your girlfriend's keeper," Morgan sympathized before taking a bite of her ham and cheese sandwich. Jonah sighed.
"Yeah, she's just… she's just kinda… Lainey," he sighed as Morgan looked over to the squad of girls in the bleachers. She saw a group of boys down on the field now tossing a football and messing around with half-assed plays.
"Hey Jonah!" one of the boys called, catching not only their attention, but Lainey's and her gaggle of followers' as well. "Come practice with us!"
"Nah, man! Kid's gotta eat sometime!" Jonah yelled back. Someone flashed a thumbs up to him and they got right back to running plays. Morgan ran her hands through her hair, stressed out for a moment as Lainey stood up from her spot, looking right at Morgan. Instead of waiting for the blonde to come to her, she saw one of the boys gearing up to throw the football. The second it left his hand, Morgan flicked her wrist, sending the ball flying straight for Lainey. The blonde cringed just seconds before the ball hit her in the face, her nose immediately bleeding on her already dirtied, white shirt. Morgan tried not to laugh as the blonde squealed in distress. She almost caught Jonah chuckling under his breath.
"God dammit, Matt!" Lainey screamed at the boy.
"Sorry, Lain! I didn't mean to!" He yelled back. "Can someone you throw the ball back?" Matt asked. None of the girls moved, causing Morgan to quietly groan at their in ignorance and rudeness. With a small flick of the wrist, the teenager willed the ball to roll down through the bleachers, bouncing on each level till the football made it back down to the boys.
"You okay?" Jonah asked her. Her hand was still up. She put it back on her sandwich and took a bite.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she smiled. Morgan wished she could tell him what she was, or anyone at least. Of all the secrets she had to keep, this one was eating her up inside the most. But instead of the supercharged psychic teenager divulging her secret, she and Jonah just sat and talked.
"So do you think you're gonna join any sports?" Jonah asked her as she looked at the boys playing football.
"Well, I know I wanna join the girl's soccer team in the spring, but I don't know. Maybe cheerleading or volleyball…?" Morgan told him, starting to really think about it.
"Huh, those are kind of opposite," Jonah commented. Morgan laughed.
"Well, I've always been into both. I would play a sand volleyball team during the summer before I moved here. But then, cheerleading, it's just really fun. It would keep up with my gymnastics too so that's two birds with one stone right?" Morgan told him.
"Well, the first football game is in two weeks and Lainey said they're holding the cheerleading try outs tomorrow. I know you two don't get along, but she's trying out too. If you want to be a cheerleader, that's cool. I'm just saying that you'll be on the team with her…" Jonah tried to explain to her. But she shook her head.
"Thanks, but I think I can deal with princess over there," Morgan laughed. Jonah shrugged.
"Well, if you're a cheerleader. At least I'll have a friend on the sidelines." He smiled as morgan snorted for a second.
"What about your girlfriend on the sidelines?" The teenager asked.
"Yeah, but she's my girlfriend. Having a friend on the sidelines is way less stressful," Jonah explained. Morgan nodded as they went on talking. It wasn't long before lunch was over and she had to get going to science. It was freshman biology and she enjoyed the simplicity of it, and Jonah was in it so she wasn't totally bored. Then it was history. Morgan enjoyed the class, but she enjoyed it even more when there were lulls of them reading quietly to themselves. She would always finish early, so when she did, Morgan would mess with Lainey. Her pen sliding off her desk here, random pages turning there, just little stuff that the blonde could play off as her own clumsiness or a random breeze coming from the windows. Morgan wondered if she could pull a hair out of Lainey's head, just a small little pluck that would annoy her. She tried it, imaginging that she herself was pulling out a blonde strand of hair, but her ability must've been a bit too strong. The young psychic saw Lainey's head jerk back like someone yanked on a large handful of hair. Morgan turned, hoping no one saw.
After class, Morgan went to Art which was another class that she got to attend with her newfound friend, Jonah. They sat at the same work bench, Jonah thoroughly entertained by Morgan's quiet and snide comments about Mrs. Cole's ability to teach. The woman was a wonderful artist, but she was not good at articulating what she wanted the students to do. The class was lucky that Morgan had already taken classes like this at her old school. She would quietly fill in the blanks of how to get to the next step when the teacher wasn't looking. Then, it was the last class of the day. This was also the last class of the day that the teenager had with her friend. But, she also had gym class with Lainey.
The blonde had her medium length, curling iron fried hair pulled back into a ponytail that was even higher than Morgan's. She seemed like she was trying too hard with her gym clothes. Similar to most of the girls in the class, Lainey's shirt looked like it was too small while her shorts were definitely too short. Even without the length being odd, they were straight up spandex. Morgan had thought that spandex were against the dress code unless on the volleyball team, but she had been proven wrong that very first gym class. Morgan, on the other hand, had her school gym shirt just one size too big because she hated when her clothes clung to her when she got sweaty. But her nike running shorts were a bit short, just not as short as the other girls. At this point, she didn't care. Morgan would rather that her gym clothes be practical, and today she needed practicality. They were playing dodgeball.
"Hey, Morgan!" Someone yelled, causing her to look away from her target, dodgeball in hand. It was almost seconds too late when she heard the faint whistle of a dodgeball and the blur of red encroaching the corner of her vision. She didn't know how she did it, but Morgan just put up her empty hand and palmed the ball, looking over at the attacker on the other side of the line. The gym went silent. Half the kids were already out, and Morgan just got one of her teammates back in. Sadly, it wasn't Jonah. But it was this girl that Morgan learned was the captain on the softball team. This was going to be much more fun.
"Hey, Lainey!" Morgan yelled before chucking one of her balls straight for her chest. With added telekinetic momentum, the force of the dodgeball not only took Lainey out of the game, but it knocked her back. She hit the floor with a thud as a competitive smile curled across Morgan's lips.
"Damn, Mo. Nice shot," She heard Jonah say.
"Jonah!?" Lainey snapped at him with the most shrill voice Morgan had heard yet.
"Sorry, Lain," Jonah apologized, but the stupid grin on his face wouldn't cease. He was trying hard not to laugh.