I was bumped and jostled as I tried to get to my locker. I even got a few " move it nerd." and " watch where your going geek." so basically it was a normal Monday morning. If only they knew what I could do to them. They wouldn't treat me that way. They would part like the red sea for me, quaking in their tiny skirts and letterman jackets. It was not the first time I had thought about using my "ability" to scare them, to teach them a lesson but I was not that kind of person. So I continue to be treated this way for my 4th and last damn year in this place.
I finally made it to my locker but it would not open no matter how much I jerked on it. I looked around and saw that the halls were mostly empty, thanks to the bell that rang a few minutes ago signaling I was late. I laid my hand icon the handle, just for safety reasons, and stared at my locker not even straining. It swung open easily and I gathered my books and walked to my first class.
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A psychic Cinderella story?
RandomRosalynn is a normal teenager.... Sorta. She has emotion problems and those days where the whole worlds against you. She struggles with teen drama just like everyone else the only difference is she has these powers and they keep mutiplying as she ge...
