By the time lunch was over, I was ready to be through with school. As interesting as as new school, I didn't think there was anything worse then my history class. Boy was I wrong. Right after lunch, I was rushed into a large white room that was empty except for a teacher and a table with a few objects on it. Some were breakable, others were not.
"So, this is basic levitating class, correct?"
"Yes, it is. Take a seat."
"On the floor. I don't believe desks should be used for this kind of class. Students are more relaxed on the floor then in hard metal desks, agreed?"
"Yes, apsolutely." Looking around the room, I asked, "Am I the only person in this class?"
"Why yes, you are. but only for a few days. Then your roomate will come in with you."
"Ok, great." Just then, the bell rang. Like my other classes, the teacher immediately started his lesson, not wanting to waste any time.
"So, from a scale of 1 to ten, ten being the highest, how controlled do you think your powers are?"
"Probably only about a four."
"Ok, then we won't be moving my vases. Now, I want you to look at this pencil and concentrate. Picture it rising above you in the air." The pencil shot into the air, only to hover directly above my head. "Great! Now, i want you to gently lower it down." He gave me the same instruction over and over again with different objects. Eventually, he had me lift a glass jar. As i easilly lifted it, my teacher was amazed. "Why Alexis! That is amazing! You went from accident prone to perfect in half a class period! ON a scale of one to ten, how quickly do you think you catch on th things?"
"Well, that is very helpful. I think you will be a great contributor to our school. I really hope your roomate is as quick to catching on as you are."
"Yes, well I hope so too." After this, we simply tested my abilities. He was very impressed when I lifted him up in the air.
"Why Alexis! Some of my graduating students still haven't mastered lifting people! how on earth do you do it so easily?"
"Well, I'm just going to say it's a gift. I've always caught on to things, so I am usually the top of my class. That's why my parents hired personal tutors to teach me at home. Regular school was just too easy for me." I was begining to feel uneasy telling my teacher everything about me. I didn't want to sound like a nerd, but instead I wanted to make friends in a public school. As if right on cue, the bell rang, temperarily releiving me from my worries. As I ran out the door, the teacher announced I was going to start taking the advanced classes the next day. This great day was turning into a bad one.