High School, Day 1

Today was an interesting day. Having Intuitive Aptitude makes school so much easier, and paying attention overrides the ADD I had before I manifested. It was so easy that I'm considering making myself older and making everyone forget me and going to college. Maybe even that'll be too easy, but ofcourse high school is insanely interesting.

So I showed up to a high school this morning, I remembered that once my friend Max and I had played football in the field there on a weekend when we were fifth graders. Good, simple times. I TFPed a simple car, one that didn't attract much attention. I took on my original form, or as close to it as I remembered. I'd altered my form so many times that I practically forgot myself, and its odd to forget what you look like in just a month...
I walked through, and had my classes layed out for me. French AP first period, then World History, and in no particular order, Chemistry, Geometrey, Psychology and PE. Wonderful schedule. First period breezed by. I had to write an essay in French. 100%+. AP is the perfect class for an Omnilinguist like myself. Next up, History. Damn the kids are odd. I scanned everyone in all my classes. I can't read their thoughts, but I can see their memories, their desires. Nobody special, nobody out of the ordinary. Just regular people. The fact was, at any moment, I could've altered probability and made one of them have a fate wherein they strike oil or gold, or get mugged after turning to alchoholism. Its so much power to have.
Anyway, the whole day was pretty boring, except for one class which truly interested me. Geometry. By the time I had this class, I had heard everything people said about me. Sometimes I'd stop time and read their texts, or read their memories. Always they'd be intruiged by my quietness, and how aloof and to myself I was. That wasn't normal me, but I can't attract too much attention, lest the Government get involved. Then hundreds of kids would know of the kidnapping organization led by Danko. Wouldn't that be a treat?
Anyway, the principal walked me into class, and told the Geometrey teacher, a stuck-up old white woman who reminds me of a witch, what with her white-blonde hair and odd glasses, my bio. I had commited it to memory. Damian Grey, transfer from Colorado after having moved between america and France my entire life. Believeable enough, and if not, I can alter people's memories.
As I walked in, some kid, Charlie or something, spat his gum at me. automatic thinking mode. CRAP! I thought, but I had to avoid the gum, lest people talk worse about me. I looked quickly at it, and stepped back. When it was before my face, I stopped time, and froze it to shattering point in midair. Afterwards, I melted the floating frostball and and restarted time. The kid kinda freaked after seeing that.
Anyway, I sat down next to this girl, Jeannie I believe. The class murmurred a bit, and then the teacher calmed them down, yelling specifically at this guy named Bernie and another group of kids. She began explaining Trigonometry, but was doing it all wrong. I would've corrected her, but I had to remember to not draw attention.
I spent the period scanning each kid, just a glance told me alot about them. A second quick glance, and a little thought, and I saw their histories and desires. Very interesting. I realized that Jeannie was staring at me, but I disregarded her. Eventually, she began talking about the lesson. I explained it to her, but used big words. She was confused, and left me alone a bit. After a while, she watched me more, as I worked out the complicated problems that everyone needed calculators for in my head.
"Why are you staring at me?" I mumbled, more to the 3 on my paper than to her really. She simply sat dumbfoundedly for a moment and said
"You work really fast."
I didn't know how to answer, and I don't know why, but I went into autothinking mode. I considered an ambiguous response carefully, and finally responded:
"I do what I have to." Trying to add as much mystery to it as I could. I loved the look of intruige in her eyes. I gazed into them, very lovely eyes at that, reading her every emotion. People say the eye is the portal to the mind. No one can relate to it better than myself. After a while I felt her discomfort, and returned to my work. I hope I didn't scare her, she seemed like a nice girl.
When the bell rang, her and a girl with ginger-coloured hair walked out together. I sent out my mind from my body and listened to their conversation. They were gossiping about me, and the ginger was only interested in getting the "dish" on me, while I saw true intrest in Jeannie's eyes. It was nice.
The day went slowly, and thankfully I had lunch. I Thought Form Projected my own soda, but bought a pizza from the school. It was delicious, considering I hadn't had pizza in over a month.
The majority of Miami's population is multilingual, and many refugees from Cuba come to Miami, but they don't learn English. I'd heard them referred to as "refs" for many years. Well, while I sat and enjoyed my seemingly gourmet meal, one such "ref" came up to me and started asking me questions, all in rapidfire Spanish. Ofcourse, even without Omnilingualism I spoke Spanish, but it definitely helped a bit. I answered genuinely, and saw that he had a want to humilate me in his eyes. Refs always have in my day. Eventually, I let my emotions get the better of me, and I commanded, in Spanish:
"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" Then to enforce it, I telekinetically controlled his body so that he walked back to his idiotic friends. Damn it was stupid, as many stared at how powerful I had been, but aparrently my command caught with many Spanish-speakers around myself, and they left me be. I found myself secluded once more. Oh the ginger-girl and Jeannie were gonna have a ball chatting about that one.

The rest of the day seemed to breeze by, and I definitely heard more rumors about myself. When I got home, I decided to change the crappy Toyota I had Thought-Form Projected to go to and from school in into a Ferrari, and altered myself a smidge. I enjoyed the Miami streets, until traffic hit, at which point I teleported the car and myself to a parking garage in New York City, where I left it, and then spent the rest of 20 minutes completing homework. It felt good to have something on my mind besides John, and supervillains.

Well one more interesting thing happened today. I ran into an old friend. I was enjoying a chocolate cake (yeah, I stole it with Persuasion) when who else but Jorge comes up to me! Jorge, the reality warper! We shared a strong mental link, and I automatically knew his intentions to be good ones. He sat next to me, and Reality Warped us some good eats. I said I was full, but he changed that.
He talked to me, and told me about how awful it was to have been under John's control, and later under Mia's. He was a puppet, until Mia and John No1 died and he was free at last. However, he also said that his power had been severelly weakened lately, by Mia who shot Supercharged Black Lightning at him, lowering his ability to god knows what level, although he still did amazing things. From what I saw he has weak reality warping, Thought-Form Projection, Enhanced Memory and Telepathy, as well as Teleportation. Besides that I haven't seen him do anything. He's come to live in Miami, trying to keep the government away. He made a friend who is a Technopath. Its Rebel. Together, they are trying to end the fight against us, like Che Gueverra, although he led a Revolution, and this was a Rebellion.
Jorge and I are still together now, and we're planning on staying up all night and partying at some awesome clubs. I really hope he can Reality Warp away me being tired tomorrow morning O.o

Stay safe
-Damian