[center][b]Gretchen[/b][/center]

As she bit into her tuna salad sandwich, which was gross, by the way, she eyed everyone and everything around her. It took a bit of aiming to figure out where her mouth was, she was so occupied with the things around her. How something like an individual with free will can act so… robotic and determined. So routine… So orderly… 

Gross. 

Then she noticed a prismatic glow emanating from her hands, a reflection as the light bent and curved, passing through her skin, through and through. It was like looking at an aquarium at just the right angle, as the light dispersed and its spectrum of colour is revealed, the water making the light ripple and bounce oh so beautifully.

As she moved her light-permeable hand, the lights moved too, angularly and potently, the intensity of the brightness changing every movement she made, a light show, a disco ball for a hand. 

Could she focus this? Could she… bend light to her will, as it were? 

Her eyes caught a tree. 10 yards away. [i]Quercus chapmanii.[/i] It moved too much. It pissed her off.

It took a bit of meandering and adjustment, but soon enough her hand was held a pose, and light shot out thin but bright. Bright and [b]hot.[/b] Just hot enough, it cut off a large portion of its branches. If the tree and its green leaves were a face, she cut off its left ear. 

She looked back at her hand after the branch hit the ground hard, students panicking, scrambling to see what had happened, and she smiled, so hard her perfect molars could be seen. 

That was INCREDIBLE!

Practice, Gretchen! Practice!

Soon enough a small fire blazed through the fallen branch, but a student put it out almost immediately. A pyrokinetic, hm..? 

Interesting…

Suddenly, the speakers roared an announcement; and surprise surprise it was Batman speaking! 

[center][b]”Would Anthony Luthor please come to the Principal’s Office? We would like to have a word with you.”[/center][/b]

DAMN SHE WANTED TO SEE. COULD SHE COME!? 

Probably not. 

Booooooo.