Phew, I managed to survive the first three periods of the day. This school really makes me feel out of place with the amount of people that give off rich kid and intellectual vibes that attend here. It doesn't help that I can sense eyes on me without even using Sixth Sense View in Biology, History, and even in the hallways to classes. The girl's thoughts always end up in fascination over me and the guys have a mixed case of curiosity and slight jealousy. Entering the "workshop" for my Engineering class (which in reality looks like a bigger classroom with more equipment), I find yet another seat to sit down on with more people that pay more attention to me than I would like to. Luckily, the Engineering instructor gives a short class session for today and gives us a long amount of free time before I head out towards Lunch. The moment the instructor leaves his podium and exits the classroom for supplies, almost everyone splits from their desk and form groups within separate parts of the classroom. I don't move from my desk to not label myself too early for any sudden troubles and reach inside my backpack for the history book that I was given for the year. Opening the pages to try to learn a few things, I find myself barely able to concentrate with people's thoughts with them talking about me more and more than the last periods. Jeez, their thoughts are numerous that I can't accurately hear them right.
"Hey, Marcus, is it?" I hear someone calling out to me, "What are you doing by yourself? Come join our little group." He waves me over to his large posse and I think about walking over there, but someone else calls out next me (sitting in their desk as well). "Zeke, you really gotta stop inviting everyone that isn't part of your fan group to try to suck up to you." Zeke doesn't look content with that statement. "(Zeke)So Carl is trying to deal with this nonsense again this year. I can't wait to publicly shame him this time." "(Carl)He really is desperate for attention to try to get the new guy Marcus to join his posse. I hope Payton is watching this." Awkward tension fills the room with people eying either Zeke or Carl almost expecting a fist fight to break out. I... just look back down towards my book to almost avoid this situation altogether and not get any unwanted attention. Carl nudges me on my shoulder, "New kid. Don't bother with these people. (He frowns) They'll waste your time."
Gladly. Fortunately, the instructor comes back to class and makes everyone take caution in his presence. He takes one look at us, and just sighs while going to his desk, hearing his thoughts that he has to deal with internal groups in his class every year. After what feel so long, the bell rings and the great races to Lunch begins. I open the double doors to be surprised to find so many people in the same room at once and the sheer number of crowding that there is. There's no way I can save a spot with my backpack before someone steals it, so it's safer if I start the lunch line immediately. Planting myself behind another student having the same idea as me, I can barely hear myself think with all the amount of thoughts being heard even with me suppressing some more than others. Even so, it certainly is better than clearly hear people whisper about me from behind. Oooooh, looks like they are serving chicken sandwiches today. What a day!
The only tables available for sitting down are at the end of the cafeteria near the gym entrance. Making my way towards the mostly unoccupied seats, I see a fair amount of people that look different than what I thought would be considered a high-end school. They don't look like the most athletic or wealthiest, I can even hear their minds on how they don't exactly sound thrilled being here. Being out of sympathy or compassion, I decide to sit with a few of them and try to enjoy my lunch in peace with my own social kind as well. I send a small wave and "hello there" towards them, yet they merely acknowledge my existence and quickly look away from me to mind their own business. "Why is one of the popular ones here?" , "What is he trying to do here? Try to assert dominance?" is what I hear from some of their minds.
It doesn't help that most of the cafeteria's eyes are on me and that some think "I'm pulling my strength over the (clearly) inferior weaklings". What is this school? Why the elite mentality to degrade people lower than them?
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The Matters of Power
ParanormalThis story involves the supernatural, with the events of one man who was suddenly introduced with very strong mental powers considered to be Psychic. Marcus Fernandino throughout -most- of his lifetime had not lived under the special abilities of su...
