I felt a little dizzy, walking back to class, but my head was spinning. I mean, what where the Twin Powers? And the Prophecy? Jeez, I needed to take a rest. I knew that making something come to life would help me feel better. It always took my mind off of things, but I couldn't use my powers unless its lunch, or we're told we can. So I walked back to class in silence next to all my friends who had followed me to the nurse's office. When we were in the class, it seemed that Mr. K was entertaining the students with his power- which was the same as Mrs. W's. "Ahh, good, you're back. Now we can go back to powers." Mr. K smiled and sat in his desk. "Next up will be... Imagination. Please demonstrate your power." While the rest of us sat down, Racke stood up in front of the class, and said, "My power is creation." She closed her eyes, cupped her hands in front of her, and snapped them open again. A purple, glowing tea cup had appeared in her hand. "Tea time, anyone?" she giggled. She took a sip, put the cup in one hand, and snapped her fingers. The cup was gone. Racke skipped back to her seat, her long brown curls bouncing around her shoulders.
"Rin, you're next!" Racke chimed. Humor swaggered up to the front of the class. "Mr power is laughter." She stared straight at Romance, and she immediately began to laugh. It was very funny. Wait... no it wasn't. Why are we all laughing? Humor blinked, and we all ceased laughing. Well, I guess that's why. Mr. K wiped a tear from his eye. "Ha, thanks Miss Rin. Please pick another person to demonstrate."
"Get on up here, Jenn." Creativity put her sketchbook down and walked up to the front of the class. "My power is also creating, but in a much different way. Where as Racke can create anything she imagines at the snap of her fingers, so long as it isn't a person, I can create anything by simply drawing it." She grapped a sticky note and a pen and began a doodle. When she had finished, she peeled the drawing off the page and placed it on the floor. An exact, yellow-tinted copy of Mr. K stood before us. "I can also make it talk." She walked up to the wipe board and drew a speech bubble. She wrote, "I am Mister K," inside of it and peeled it off the board, placing in front of the doodle-K. The doodle-K said "I am Mister K," and Creativity closed a folded sticky note onto him, where he dissapeard onto.
"Get up, Literature, it's your turn." Carr closed her book, Gen, and stalked up to the front of the class while fixing her short, blonde ponytail. "My power is writing. Like, I can write anywhere." She pulled a sliver knife-shaped, carved, blue light, and began to write in the air. She pulled at the words with her fingertips and threw them at Criticism. Criticism stood up, his eyes glowed blue, and he spoke in monotone, "Carr is the best person in the world and she has no negatives." Critiscism sat back down, and his eyes turned back to the normal gray-blue they always are. Carr smiled to herself, and sat back down next to Criticism. He looked bewildered. "What just happened?"
Carr laughed. "Dre, it's your turn." Karma grinned crookedly. He walked up in front of the class. "My power is making things come back around, or echo as it is called." He closed black eyes, and when he opened them again, they were deep red. A pencil that was on his desk floated up to him, and he took it in his hand. He blinked and his eyes were black again. He reminded me of my sister. "Not only can I do that on objects, but also on actions. For example, Life, you brought this trophy to life before, so I could mimic that power, but I will not demonstrate because of ... past events." I felt my face go red as everyone turned to see me.
"Well, Hail, it's your turn." Fandomi winked and walked up to the front of the class. "My power is assuming powers. Basically meaning, I can take the powers from a fictional character. Take... Doctor Who for example. I can use my fake sonic screwdriver as a real sonic screwdriver." Fandomi walked up to the computer and pressed a button on the sonic. The sonic glowed bright blue, and the computer restarted, without her even touching the computer.
