Hidden Identities

Chapter 1

Telekinesis- The movement of objects by scientifically inexplicable means, as by the exercise of an occult power. 

Phoebe- Latinized form of the Greek name (Phoebe), which meant "bright, pure". 

Chapter 1 

Shiny long straight platinum blond hair that reaches my elbows and secretive pinkish violet eyes, all held together with a fair milky white face and freckles, but only on my nose and spread to the base of my cheeks. This is the face of one girl-me. 

 My name is Phoebe Clayton, well that's not my real name. It's Victoria De Antoinette, I'm 5'6,16 years old, I have a slender stature. I don't have what most people call rocket boobs but they are big enough. Everyday of my life I wear black cotton gloves because I am what you call " blessed by the gods ". 

 Well the gods are assholes... because they gave me the worst gifts anyone could ever have. They gave me the power of telekinesis, anything you can think of I can do. I can: move things without touching them, talk to people without even opening my mouth. Seeing things coming at me without looking at them. Tell the future but only for a few minutes and a lot of other things. 

 I wear the gloves because when ever my mood changes the color of my nails does also. Which gives away the whole " secret power thing " 

 Why? Why, do you ask?, because I am the last one. The only one in the world left, that can do these things. In short, I am alone in this entire world and I don't like it this way. I am determined to make friends this year. I am in high school (junior) but I really don't need to be in school, I already know this whole semesters curriculum. 

 The state law states that any child under 18 has to attend school, so I've been waiting until I finally reach that golden age. So my goal for the rest of my school life is to befriend at least one person, which may never happen. 

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 I walked into the hallway with a stack of books and journals, floating a few centimeter off my hands so I wouldn't have to carry them into class with me. Of course I don't have to worry about people see this, because they don't care or like me. 

 I walked around the corner only focusing on myself, as I always do until I hear some girl say 

 " you better watch out or ghost girl is going to steal your soul " 

 I stopped in my place and kept my head down, so they wouldn't see me smiling. She started laughing along with the other kids, I just stood there until I felt like doing something, which I did. 

 She was standing behind a locker door so I swung it open using my telepathy, it hit her smack in the face. She fell on her back and everyone stopped to stare, I giggled a bit before walking to class just like this never happened. 

 Of course one day someone will find out that I can do these things and try to use me, maybe I will die or not. But when that day comes, for now I'll just be myself and have fun until the very end of it all. 

I creaked open the door which reviled a small, dark, humid room with no installation or a fan. It smelled of musky sweat and mold, all the lights were turned off because the projector was on and showing a movie about French empress Marie Antoinette. 

 I took the seat closest to the door, since I knew once that bell rang all hell would break lose inside the classroom. I watched the video about Marie Antoinette even though I knew everything there was about her, doesn't that last name Antoinette ring a bell in your mind right now. 

 Bing-Bong, its also my last name, we are related. If you did well in your history classes in high school, you should know that Marie Antoinette's whole family was executed except for her daughter who is my great-great-great-great-great-great-great etc. grandmother thus making Marie Antoinette my great-great-great-great-great etc. aunt.