Evie sat as far away from everyone else in Chemistry. She usually got bad marks in this class, but it was just because the vials sometimes… accidentally… flew out of her hand and smashed into walls. She didn't throw them, no matter how hard she tried to explain herself to the teachers. So she sat away from the experiment part of the room and kept her hands in her lap.
Ferran glanced over at her. "Do you wanna see what I drew?" He hissed.
Evie looked up suddenly, making her notebook shoot up into the air. She grabbed it and set it back down on the tabletop shyly. "Uh, sure," she whispered.
(Sorry, had to do laundry.)
Ferran flipped his notepad over and held it up. "It's not very good, but I don't have the right pens so…."
(Shark chicken)
(Wait, is that what he drew? A… shark chicken?)
(Yep
also known as a charkie)
"Oh." Was all she could say. Evie blinked and pressed her lips together. "It's… nice."
(I'm dying, oh my gosh)
Thomas slid into his seat and pulled his supplies out, fingers tapping nervously. A faded piece of notebook paper was taped to the inside cover of his notebook, and he glanced at it once before opening a new page.
Alice made triple sure that the teacher wasn't in the room or even looking at her while she figured out her mixture. "Oo that should go there." She spilled random things in there before mixing.
"Oh." Was all she could say. Evie blinked and pressed her lips together. "It's… nice."
"Thanks!" He bit his lip to keep himself from laughing at her expression.
Evie smiled shyly. "Uh, you're welcome."
"I drew a pirate tiger the other day." He smiled.
"Oh," Evie replied, nodding. She wasn't sure what to say.
"Lemme pull it out." He dug through his backpack. "Snickers?"
"N-No thanks," Evie said. She clenched her fingers into fists. No, don't ruin this one.
"Okay then." He took a bite out of it and kept digging. "There it is!"
Trails of power trickled from between her fingers. She was holding her breath and didn't realize it. Come on, come on, no no no! There wasn't a muscle in her body that wasn't tense.
Ferran looked up, smiling, but it soon dropped. "Are you okay?"
Evie's eyes flickered from their natural golden to blood red. She breathed again, heavily and quickly. Most of the kids in the room had turned to stare at her. Her eyes filled with tears, and she whispered, "No" before standing up and running quickly out of the room. You screwed up everything.
Ferran stared as she bolted from the room. "Evie?"
She ducked into the nearest crevice and buried her head in her arms. The power drained from her fingertips and her eyes returned to normal. She cried quietly, just like she was used to.
Ferran frowned. Should I follow her?