Traxton. "Insitution for the Gifted"

[VillageIdiot]

Alice-

I laugh. This girl is hilarious. And totally out of her mind. I feel for her, though. She's in a tight spot, and needs help whether or not she says so. Hm. "Well, I can help you. You see... I can Time Travel... And, I could stop whatever was done from happening." I can see her thoughts swirling in her mind by a simple glance at her crazed eyes. So much thought in one person; I hope she doesn't hurt herself from thinking that much. You know, even though I'm not a telepathic like most of the kids here, I have my assumptions about people and who they are power wise. And I think this girl is a seer, or something like that. I've met a seer only once in my life, about a year or so ago, and she had the exact same look in her eye as this girl does. It's probably from so much thinking, cataloguing images, visions, and so on. I wonder how they can control it...

[flora19]

Raquel

Dum-de-dum-dum. I know I tried to swear off Hayden, but he was nice to be around and I'm pretty darn bored right now. You know, once I decided it wasn't meant to be, I've been noticing more of his...quirks. Like how annoyingly nice he is. I mean, come on who can be that sweet all the time! I think he's hiding something, but whatever. Aaliyah will dig it out of him, perhaps. Speaking of Aaliyah...

Hey Li-Li! It's been a while, huh? Sorry for being such a jerk earlier, I was being a jealous brat :P. Want to go grab ice cream or something later? I say this mainly because I want to remain friends with Ali cause she is soo nice, but the selfish part of me just wants some ice cream. Mmm, cookies and cream. or maybe Steven Colbert's AmeriCone Dream. Or Whitehouse Cherry Vanilla. Or...

"Raquel!" I would appreciate it if you stopped drooling and explained to the class how this line of elves came to power," my teacher hissed. Crap, was I really drooling?

"Yuck," I mutter as I wipe off the spit. I stand up and try to make a joke to laugh it off. I get a few smiles and some giggles so I think I'm in the clear. "Well, it all started when a certain someone *cough* Reginald decided he would...."

[Color Lustor]

~Lauren
I huff disparagingly as the other girl laughs at me. Most times I don't care when people tease me or think ill of me.Normally I don't care, but now, with everything that has happened today, starting with Clarie treating me to supreme moron giggles first thing in the morning and up to this breaking of my grandmother's necklace with a fool laughing at me, I snap.

"Good L-rd, this thing is dangerous! Who knows how the dust will affect people?" I want so badly to glare at the girl but I keep thinking about Clarie's annoying voice and Darren's expectant one, so instead I just shuffle unsteadily back to my work-table.

[VillageIdiot]

Alice-

I frown. Her emotions come at me in waves, never ceasing their pursuit. For a moment, I stop thinking altogether, and focus on her thoughts and feelings. I smile easily as I slow her racing thoughts, and calm her down. In these moments, I am thankful for my power. It is helpful to others, and even though I screw things up with my words, I can make people feel happy, or calm, or whatever. "It's okay," I say gently, allowing my power to seep through her, settling her emotions. "It won't hurt me. I can fix it." At least, I hope I can...

[Color Lustor]

~Lauren
Realizing that she's trying to soothe my fears I hang my head a bit guiltily.
"It isn't even the necklace that's a problem." I explain, "Well, it is... but not the only danger that I'm worried about."
The cursed item breaking will just add unpleasantness to a big pile of deadly destiny. Thoughts like this keep attacking my mind but I try to ignore them and keep a clear head.

"If you really can fix it without getting hurt, that would be great, then I'll just have to deal with an apocalypse."
My words are cryptic, but they always have been, especially of late. Time is always getting the better of me! Instead of being concise when hurried I just make even less sense than normal.

[VillageIdiot]

Alice-

"Okay," I say gently. By being calm, and not blowing what's actually happing out of proportion, it keeps her at a distance from the egde of insanity. I remember a time that I wasn't like this, when I didn't care about other people's feelings. It was a very lonely time for me, because I had no friends; I wanted friends so badly. But because I was so unfeeling towards others, and I would use my powers in a bad way, no one wanted to be near me. That's why I wanted to move here-- to get a fresh start. So I might as well start with this girl. "But, before I fix this, you have to understand that you will not remember me. Because I will change the past, that also means that the future will be changed. So the events of us meeting will not have happened. But, I will rememeber you." This is usually too complicated for people to understand, but it makes perfect sense to me. "One more thing... May I know your name? I'm Alice." Even though she will not remember me, I think by giving her my name, it would make her feel a little bit more comfortable. I am an Empathetic human, right?

[Color Lustor]

~Lauren
Alice....
I try to remember any time I've heard of her, but the only thing that comes to mind is Lewis Carol's well known books.

She isn't a member of the group of diviners that I spend my time with, so under different circumstances I probably wouldn't be talking to her. I'm so flustered right now.

"Lauren Simmons, I'm a seer, and I'd hold out my hand, but I had a nasty experience with a shape-shifter once and I'm kinda still paranoid about it."

Ever since I came to Traxton I've ignored almost every student because I don't consider them important, because people like Darren, (my boyfriend) say they're not. The only being besides fellow diviners that I even bother interacting with is Clarie. It dawns on me that maybe I'm too judgmental of the other Traxton students. I should give this girl a chance.

[VillageIdiot]

Alice-

"Nice to meet you, Lauren," I say. My mother's name is Lauren... I mentally berate myself. Focus, Ice. Thinking of my parents isn't going to help Lauren. They don't need me, she does. I stare into Lauren's eyes, noting the now familiar ease she has towards me that will soon not be there. With my eyes open, I search into the depths of my being, unlocking the doorway into my magic. Time Traveling is my favorite ability, considering I use it so much. So, reaching it, and turing it on, is second nature to me. When I have a tight grip on it, I picture a rewind button in my mind, and bring myself back to when I was searching for my favorite book. Lauren, who was standing in front of me, slowly disappears; I turn off my emotions, not letting my saddness of losing another friend get the better of me. Almost instantly am I transported through space and time, swimming through Lauren and I's meeting, traveling backwards. It's like watching a movie, only on rewind.

When I get to the point where I see myself standing behind bookshelves, I press pause. Time stops. I step foward, watching everything to make sure nothing is moving. Okay. Turning around, I see Lauren sitting at her table. She's slightly hunched over her papers and maps, eyes wide and searching. As I get closer, I start to notice her worry-lines. Stress invades her eyes, scrunching up her brow. Poor, Lauren. I wish I could help her not to worry so much. But my power will only help for so long, until the persons thoughts scramble back to the core of their problem. I finally look upon her necklace, and see that she's holding it in between her thumb and first finger. So, that's why it broke... The knot holding the necklace in place around her neck is slowly coming undone. I step behind her, and reach for the necklace. Once I touch it, it moves. Anything a Time Traveler touches, becomes un-paused. So I have to be extra careful to not touch Lauren's skin.

My fingers work quickly, retieing the knot, and even making an extra one, just in case. I let go of the necklace once I'm finished, and step back. I look at Lauren one last time before I walk back toward's myself, standing behind the bookshelves. Like in every Time Travel, I touch the clone of myself, which swoops into my body, like when Peter Pan sewed on his shadow. My clone and I become one, time starts to move. And Lauren is back, at her worktable, twiddling her necklace in between her fingers. A stranger. I sigh.

[Color Lustor]

~Lauren.
"Ugh, my head hurts." I mutter. peering behind me, I notice someone shifting around the bookshelves.
I roll my eyes in that general direction and turn back to my charts.

The document I'm trying to study is in terrible shape, years of wear and tear have rendered it mostly unreadable. For weeks I've been looking for what this might be. (I can't tell since it's so hard to read) Now that I have, all I can interpret is a short phrase in Latin scribbled on the edge; translated to mean Hour of the eyeful.and the location of a few non-existent islands.

"You can do this." I tell myself, not truly believing. I had a dream about finding a sea chart similar to this right at the beginning of the school-year. Seer dreams are always so fuzzy anyway, after so long I've started to lose a bit of what happened.
This scares me, one of the only things I can recall is that this WAS important. Very, and it has something to do with Traxton.

[VillageIdiot]

Alice-

I stand behind the bookshelf a second longer, watching Lauren pour over her charts and documents. One day, soon hopefully, we can be friends, and that I won't have to do anything that erases her memory of me. I really want a friend... And, from what I could tell, Lauren seemed to be really cool. I've learned that when you have friends, it's nice to have different personalities, so that things will be kept fun and interesting. Back at home, all the girls in my school had a friend, while I was indifferent to the world. That's what I get, I guess; a reprecussion to being unfriendly and cold towards other people. Now, though, I have changed. I smile towards Lauren, turn around, grab my book, and walk towards the check-out desk.

"Thanks," I smile towards the lady as she hands me my now checked-out book. Anthem. A world where everything is decided for you; but, in the end, one man and one woman fight back, and start anew, with their own decisioins and their own life. I quickly place my favorite book in my bag, and walk out of the library with a new hope.