Okay. So maybe floating several centimetres above the seat of your chair isn't exactly the most normal way to sit, but if you find that you can't actually sit properly then hell, what else are you supposed to do? I don't know why I can't, I just never have. Occasionally I wake up with my face pressed against the ceiling, and let me tell you, that is one hell of a better alarm than my clock.
I sigh, putting my elbow on the desk and my palm upwards. I rest my pen on my hand and watch as it rises a centimetre and starts spinning slowly around. Yet another freaky thing I can't explain.
"Okay class, I would like you to get into groups of three," says the teacher, Miss Newdah says. The two people in front of me turn around instantly. I don't know them too well, I think they're called Ellie and Matthew. I instantly stop the pen from spinning and drop it back into my palm. Suddenly the room seems to get a bit darker and the guy- Matthew- suddenly jerks, like a badly made stop frame animation, as if he'd moved without anything else moving.