"You think I have ESP? That is the craziest thing I ever heard!"
"In your next class, just try to do something with your mind and see what happens."
"Okay, I'll try. If I don't you'll just bug me till I do."
Bookworm smiled, "You know me too well."
* * *
Seventh hour was hell. Everyone was taking notes for finals. God how I hate finals! Phenol said to herself, You always have to take notes when you really don't need to. I could write this stuff in my sleep. Phenol looked at her teacher Mrs. Bicks. She was writing notes on the board, Arg! Her squeeky voice is so irritating, and her crosssed eyes gives me the creeps.
Mrs. Bicks picked up a stack of papers, and started passing them out. "Now children," she said, "Here is your homework for this weekend."
Phenol looked at the papers. Burn them, she thought, burn them all to hell! Suddenly, all the papers went up in flames. starting out as a small yellow flame, then growing and growing till the stack was totally consumed. Everyone, even the teacher was just staring in shock at the flame.
As quickly as it started, the flame stopped and the papers dissapeared with it. The teacher, looking around the room nervously said, "Well, um, I guess there won't be any homework today children." She smiled nervously, "Have a nice weekend!"
The bell rang and everyone left without a sound. Everyone was kind of anxious to get out of the class. Phenol ofcorse wanted to get out for a different reason than the others. Phenol ran over to her locker and got out her history book and ran to her last class. Mr. Cranberry was suprised to see her so early. "Nice to see you so eager to learn Phenix. I, at your age, hated history. I guess this generation of kids are smarter than we were."
"In your next class, just try to do something with your mind and see what happens."
"Okay, I'll try. If I don't you'll just bug me till I do."
Bookworm smiled, "You know me too well."
* * *
Seventh hour was hell. Everyone was taking notes for finals. God how I hate finals! Phenol said to herself, You always have to take notes when you really don't need to. I could write this stuff in my sleep. Phenol looked at her teacher Mrs. Bicks. She was writing notes on the board, Arg! Her squeeky voice is so irritating, and her crosssed eyes gives me the creeps.
Mrs. Bicks picked up a stack of papers, and started passing them out. "Now children," she said, "Here is your homework for this weekend."
Phenol looked at the papers. Burn them, she thought, burn them all to hell! Suddenly, all the papers went up in flames. starting out as a small yellow flame, then growing and growing till the stack was totally consumed. Everyone, even the teacher was just staring in shock at the flame.
As quickly as it started, the flame stopped and the papers dissapeared with it. The teacher, looking around the room nervously said, "Well, um, I guess there won't be any homework today children." She smiled nervously, "Have a nice weekend!"
The bell rang and everyone left without a sound. Everyone was kind of anxious to get out of the class. Phenol ofcorse wanted to get out for a different reason than the others. Phenol ran over to her locker and got out her history book and ran to her last class. Mr. Cranberry was suprised to see her so early. "Nice to see you so eager to learn Phenix. I, at your age, hated history. I guess this generation of kids are smarter than we were."
