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[Thomas Nolan King]

He was nervous about this. He had been teaching for a while, but there was something odd about this new school. The way these other kids acted was abnormal. He didn't make judgements about them, that wasn't the guy he was but he was curious. The students from the other school seemed to be aprehensive toward his school's students and staff, but maybe that was just because they were teenagers. He'd seen students from his own school that acted the same way towards the other school's students and staff.

He wasn't sure if he was insane or just seeing things. He could have sword there were some unexplainable things happening around him, but maybe he was just being paranoid. Even some of the other schools staff seemed to be uncomfortable around people from his school. The rumours around the school were insane. He could not believe that these kids were aliens, or government experiments or any other of the insane rumours that students from his own school were whispering about. Some of them were insane, but some of them were plausable. He knew there was some truth in at least one of the rumours that had been flying around.

That was not why he was here, however. He was here to teach english and considering he was unfamiliar with his new students he would start off with his favorite unit. Creative Writing, to begin creative writing, of course they would need to read the styles they would be using so he had many books of short stories and poetry sitting on the from of his desk. 'My name is Mr. King' was written across the black chalkboard in white chalk. He was leaning against his desk, waiting for students to enter. It was going to be a long day.

[Vann W. Michael-Vincent]

Annoyed at his pounding head, Vann aggressively picked up his backpack from the hallway floor and threw in over his left shoulder. He knew that it was about time to be heading to class, since a bunch of the other students were already headed out. He was hoping a magic, gigantic marshmallow was clogging up the classroom so it would be canceled today or something, but no dice. The door to his English class was wide open with nothing jamming his path.

If it wasn't for his killer headache, Vann might actually be excited to be going to his new English class. It was generally his favorite subject. It was a class that he could be open-minded and expressive in. Out of all the subjects school unwillingly made him take, English was his favorite and had been since grade school.

When Vann walked in the door, he quickly skimmed the classroom. It was just as boring as the rest of them with a teacher that looked as if he was going to be banging one of the cheerleaders by second semester. Goodie.

Sliding his backpack off his shoulder and into his hand, Vann frowned. He had forgotten to put his leather gloves back on. Annoyed, Vann began to shake his open hand up and down, trying to get the backpack to fall off. He hated having the ability to be...well, sticky. Unless he was wearing gloves, he couldn't really put anything down without someone pulling on it and him pulling back. Twitching, he gave up, hoping the teacher wasn't watching since he had no idea whether or not he was normal of not.

Taking a seat in the back of the room, Vann leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk. Trying to look less like a freak, he just hugged his backpack to his stomach, wondering how he was going to get it off.

[Holly D. Jones]

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Holly walked through the doors of her English class with her hazel eyes concentrating on her feet, afraid to make a fool out of herself the first day of class. She'd already managed to fall off a chair today in front of everyone, and she wasn't about to make this day get any worse. Looking down at her feet would ensure her that she wasn't going to trip or anything like that. More humiliation wouldn't do this girl too good.

Looking around the classroom, finally taking her eyes off the floor, she saw a boy with dark hair already sitting in the back of the room, hugging his backpack in a silly way. It seemed like he must have his life savings in there or something. Holly looked away, remembering that it wasn't nice to stare. She knew that feeling all too well.

Walking over to the middle of the room in her white heeled boots, Holly set her backpack down on the floor next to the chair she sat down in. She was really hoping that he didn’t have a chart at the front of the room or something with assigned seats written on it. Making the mistake of sitting down when she wasn’t supposed to could be a little embarrassing too. Avoiding humiliation was the first step to a great high school social life that would keep her invisible.

Holly put a stand of blond hair behind her ear and looked up at the front of the class room. She was ready to learn.

[Rorianna E. Quinn]

Rorianna was exausted. Not your normal teenager having to wake up at 6am exhausted either. Nope. She hadn't slept at all. Ever since she bumped elbows with her uncle's friend who happened to be a Seer she hadn't been able to sleep. She's been plagued with visions both good and bad. It seemed like the Seer had not been able to control his powers in his sleep. So now, she had all of his abilities as well as his weekness. She needed to buys some sleeping pills or something.

She wasn't in a good mood either. It had been a rough morning. She fell out of her bed trying to turn off her alarm clock, smacking her head on her bed-side table in the process. She ran out of coffee so she had to run to the coffee shop this morning to buy some. She almost got his by a car that ran a red light. The man in the car stopped to bitch at her for being in his way. If the police car had not been right there she probably would have decked him. The man got a ticket, which made her temporarily happy.

Some douche spilled Kool aid down her favorite shirt this morning so she needed to run back up to her dorm to change. Then when she was walking throught the hallways she was hit with people stopping her to make sure she was ok. She didn't understand why until she heard some preppy sophomore girl yelling 'Oh my god it wears white!' to all of her friends. Her shredded white jeans seemed to make people that knew of her think she had gone insane or something. She didn't get the big deal. It wasn't like she was wearing a bright yellow sun dress with a smiley face on it in flip flops, nor did she dye her hair blonde or something.

Now she was happier. English was one of her favorite subjects. She heard through the grapevine of students that the teacher had a creative writing unit planned. She just hope she didn't have to critique any other student's poetry. She hated angsty teenaged poetry. If any of the words rose, blood, death, or darkness were used in any of the poems, or worse yet it was some combonation of any of those four words, she would have to rip it to shreds.

She may be kind of goth, or whatever, but that didn't mean she liked the gothic/emo poetry that seemed to be so popular by goths, emo, and vampire wannabes that tended to come out of the woodworks. Even worse yet, ever since Twilight came out and vampires became mainstream poetry seemed to get worse amoung her generation. Even the more preppy teenagers were starting to adopt this whiney angsty teen poetry that she absolutely loathed.

As she entered the classroom she saw only two students. A blonde preppy girl she had never seem before, and a boy who was clutching his backpack for dear life. Her powers flared for a moment as the recognized both students as gifted. She knew the boy, having seen him in some of her classes. "You need help with that?" She murmered under her breath, sitting on a desk next to him. No, not in the chair like a normal human being, on the desk. She didn't want to sit down in case the boy said yes. She may be the goth bitch of the school, but that didn't mean she didn't look out for the ther gifteds at the school. Especially in front of a so obviously normal teacher.

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[Vann W. Michael-Vincent]

Two other girls walked into the room not long after Vann did. They were both completely opposite, and it was hard to believe they were from the same race. One was bright, colorful, and what the magazines would call trendy. The other was dressed more like a chick from a rock band. If they ever talked, it would probably be an interesting thing to watch.

The dark haired girl sat on the desk next to him, and he remembered seeing her around in a few classes or something. She was the one he'd heard ridiculous stories about when he listened in on people's conversations out of boredom in other classes. This school had a million shit-talkers just like every other. Everyone was always talking about someone, and a lot of students were even caught talking about Vann behind his back. People were so stupid in that way, and he felt as if he wanted to staple some of their mouths shut.

The dark haired girl asked if he needed help, and he immediately nodded. Being stuck to things wasn't exactly fun.

"Yeah, please, would be nice," he attempted at a friendly voice through the annoyance of his pounding headache.

[Janie Gordon]

She hadn't been here long and Janie hated it already. She thought it would be hard enough going to a new school, in a new country, but she thought having gifts, the same as all the others would atleast make her not so different. On arriving, though, she found that the school she was supposed to go to was merging with an another so the gifted now had to be not so gifted after all. Or atleast hide the fact.
It was hard being different in the first place but being three times different.
She had phoned her best friend from England that morning too, so was feeling even more in a dark mood. Atleast, her powers seemed to be behaving up to yet that was something.
She hoped English class would cheer her up, it usually did at home. Well, her old home anyway.
On entering the classroom she saw three others were already seated, though not all on chairs. A blonde girl, a goth and a guy, a not so bad looking guy who was clutching onto his bag. Janie shook her head to wake herself up. She faintly smiled, to try and hide her mood and sat at a lone desk.

[Danielle S. Marks]

Danielle had a small bounce in her step as she made her way towards her first class of the day, which was conveniently her favorite. Though this year she would be having a different teacher than the last. There was one English teacher for the freshman and sophomores, and one for the Juniors and Seniors. Danielle silently hoped that this Mr. King would A) Be a good teacher and know what he was talking about, and B) Pick good literature for the class. You see, Dani is and always will be a bookworm, her specialty being classics. This made English class a breeze for her, but she seldom let anyone know her aptitude for English, except when it came to tests and essays. She rarely raised her hand in class for fear of ridicule when she gave an overly in depth answer.

But now here Dani was, turning into the classroom, her expression neutral but her insides churning with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. She glanced at the front of the classroom, immediately feeling her stomach flip flop when her eyes fell upon who she assumed was her teacher. What...A...Hunk.. Danielle's cheeks flushed to a soft pink as she turned her gaze down towards her feet. She wordlessly and nearly silently walked through the classroom. Her eyes only glanced up to see if there were any seats available and in her embarrassment, she hadn't even noticed that there were only 4 students in the class. There were three girls and a guy. Danielle now had to make the quick decision of where she would take her seat. The blonde girl looked as though she would strike up a conversation, and the guy and dark haired girl already seemed to be having a small talk. The one girl sitting by herself seemed as though she would not cause too much distraction from Danielle on the class, so she took a seat next to her. She gave a small smile to the girl, not recognizing her from last year, but then turned her gaze to her bag, afraid of potentially socializing.

As Dani sat down, she pulled out her notebook and pen, folded her arms across her desk and slowly looked up at the teacher for the first time since she first entered the classroom. Her stomach flip flopped again. Not only did she love English for the content, but now she had an emerging crush on the teacher. Danielle couldn't help but wonder how this year would turn out.

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[Rorianna E. Quinn]

Rorianna nodded, more normal kids came into the room, making her relatively uncomfortable with this. She had to make this look believable, like she wasn't trying to peel his backpack from his sticky-ness. It was an interesting power to have, not useful so much, but interesting. She hopped off the desk, quickly pulling the backpack from him, then gruffly tossing it to the ground. Or at least that's what it looked like, really she didn't toss it hard enough to break anything in it if it had anything valueable in there. She had to look like the bully in this situation. Luckily for her she looked the part, and the new teach wasn't a gifted one. A Zeger teacher might have seen through her act of bullying and gave it away. She may be a bitch but she was never a bully. They knew that.

There was a telepath in the room. Interesting. She would normally pull from that power, but she had already known a telepath and therefore did not need it, but she did pull from the the preppy girl's. She didn't want to risk taking the boy's right now. He couldn't control it, which meant neither could she is she took it, and she was a pretty physical being. She didn't need to be sticky all the time. Maybe if he could learn some sort of control she would pull it from him. "No problem." She muttered before sitting back at her seat.

She sat down, and pulled a bottle of tylenol from her backpack, discreetly setting it on top of his table. She always knew if someone had abilities, it had to do with her ability of taking them, but after she met the telepath she learned that stealing powers didn't mean she could always control them. The level of control she had with each power was the level of control the person who had the ability had. Everything else she would have to learn on her own. So she made sure to scan brains before she pulled powers, to make she they could control their abilities at least to a halfway decent level before she took them.

[Delilah Abigail Ward]

Delilah sighed. English class. Usually it seemed to be one of her favorites, but really, she just didn't feel like going to class today. She wasn't feeling too good, she was quite unsure why though. She didn't have a fever, no headache, didn't really have a stomachache.. That was probably it. She had that nervous feeling when something bad was going to happen or something was about to happen, and it wasn't going to end well. Oh well she figured, either way, unless she managed to start throwing up or faint then she wouldn't get out of class. Most of the time, Delilah didn't get nervous for new classes yet again, this year was different.

This year was different from any year. First of all, she had to hide her powers from the old Leirner students, but yet she could tell the Zeger students. It seemed a bit difficult to do, since it was such a mixture of both. She would just have to figure out how she was going to do it though. Her powers though, managed to have a mind of their own sometimes and slowed things down when she wanted time to speed up, and the other way around. Other times, her powers would just love her and do what she wanted to happen. Classes just seemed to skip her, but she would end up rewinding time to do homework, and sometimes even cheat on a test. She felt pretty guitly for that though, it was wrong. Somehow, she would make her way through it; hopefully.

With a bunch of books along with some composition notebooks of various colors held in her arms she walked into the classroom. She paused for a moment, tipping a little forward on her tippy toes and walked to the back of the classroom. She sat her books on a corner desk and sat down, observing everyone else. The other students seemed alright, even though she didn't know them. She didn't feel like talking to them either, she didn't feel like talking at all. She looked up to see written on the board ' My name is Mr. King.' She glanced at the teacher. Wow, they seemed to have been picking some young, and gorgeous teachers nowdays. Maybe the headmistress wasn't thinking straight, or was focusing on something else..Deliliah pushed that out of her mind, the headmistress wouldn't do that.. It would just be wrong. Completely wrong. She rested her head on her hand leaning a little to the right. Hopefully, this class wouldn't be too bad.

[Vann W. Michael-Vincent]

As relieved as Vann was to be free of his backpack, he managed not to thank the girl again. He recognized what she was trying to do, and figured that she'd understand why he didn't show his gratitude. He hated being around so many normal people in times like this. He couldn't do or say anything. With his power, it seemed like he was screwed having to go to school with non-gifted students. It sort of ruined his reasons of being at Zeger Academy other then his parents being rid of him.

Vann sighed and pulled his leather gloves out of his pocket. Controlling it for the few seconds he new how to, he slid them onto his hands. He wondered if leather gloves made him look like an angry biker dude or something like that. They did go some-what with the way he chose to dress, but still...

Vann picked his backpack up again and put it on top of the desk.

[Janie Gordon]

Another girl entered the classroom. Janie noticed her cheeks flush when she noticed the teacher. Janie looked at him, it was wierd that she hadn't really took that much notice of him when she had entered and sat at her table. She could see why the girl was blushing. That teacher was one good looking guy. She had a feeling their would be plenty of teenage girls crushing over him while at this school. She guessed that he would probably be used to it by now.

The girl approached her table and smiled as she took a seat. Janie returned the smile, the girl seemed nice. Janie was also feeling a lot more comfortable now, she still didn't know anyone here but they all seemed relatively nice. Then although her telepathic powers weren't up to much as of late but she heard a male voice from behind her think the words , 'having to go to school with non-gifted students'.

She turned around in her seat to see the only male in the room. It must have been him. He must have powers then, she concluded. She turned back round in her seat hoping he hadn't noticed. She didn't want to look like she was staring, afterall, she could be wrong and then she would look like a total idiot and her powers hadn't been that reliable.

She wondered then, seen as she didn't know anyone there, if she should introduce herself to the girl sitting beside her. Even though she wasn't pleased that she was here she might aswell make the most of it and make herself some friends.

"He's a hottie isn't he," she said, indicating Mr King. "My name is Janie, by the way."