Maggie heard [i][color=#AC58FA]"You know, she's actually not... Nevermind."[/color][/i] and tried to finish the sentence in her head. [i][color=00FF99]... actually not... what I called her? A bully?[/color][/i] With that, Maggie let her arms fall down to her side and quickly squeaked out an [color=00FF99]"I'm sorry"[/color] to the not-bully lady. One of the boys asked her about her coming and going. [color=00FF99]"Oh. I'm just... Not used to people... Plus, I woke up with a needle almost in my arm... Anyways, what's that 'par-koor' thing? The only thing I can do is teleport. Here, I'll show you."[/color]
	With that, she "teleported" to the top of a nearby building, made a mocking face at the boy, and "teleported" back down where she was. Her breathin was not affected in the slightest by her parkour-with-her-eyes-shut stunt. Nor was any aspect of her body. She felt no soreness or exertion in the slightest. She looked triumphantly at the questioning boy. [color=00FF99]"Told you so. Teleportation, not par-keur. I've never heard of that bef-"[/color] And just like that, her triumph turned into another head splitting trauma. Just as bad as the first, she bit her lip aggressively to avoid vocalizing any of her pain, eventually collapsing into a shivering ball on the ground, whimpering.