[b]Ava, Son of John | Day One of the Dear Anonymous Experiment |[/b] [i]September is not the seventh month[/i]

Ava Johnson sat at her desk and stared blankly into the board as their teacher spoke. She had been doing this all day, just in different classrooms. It was not a very satisfying activity. There was nothing more to be said; Ava was a very normal girl.

But this facade of normalcy was but a mask shrouding the abyss of her twisted mind; a bulwark meant to protect not only herself, but also protect others. Deep inside, there was a hidden, animalistic urge, a [i]repressed[/i] desire for conquest and dominance. A desire that would never come to pass, lest her inner demons take hold. For the good of the world,. she, as a good Christian girl, could not allow for herself to lose control, to allow the dark corruptive forces consume her slowly blackening maiden's heart. So she must persist, a lone sentinel. Nobody would know her struggle; nobody would know her [i]sacrifice[/i]. But alas! No matter how steadfast Ava stood against her own shadows, her integrity was failing. She was succumbing to the all-consuming grasp of boredom. It soon became clear that she must release her occult energies lest she do something she regret. 

Ava Johnson looked at her desk. On it was a blank paper in the center, and a pencil in the corner. She picked up the pencil and immediately she understood what she had to do.

She set the pencil on the paper. [sub]What? You thought she was gonna draw a picture of a dank-ass doge? Go away.[/sub] Now with all the components for this test of power in place, her garnet eyes locked on the implements before her. The eyes were the windows to the soul, and by their power she would force the world to bend to her whim. 

Ava Johnson blew on the desk in front of her, sending the pencil rolling off the edge and the paper gliding to the ground.

The conclusion to be learned here was obvious to the master. [i]'I see,'[/i] she thought, narrowing her eyes at the sight of her own power, [i]'It appears that my power is too potent even for myself. This... is troubling.'[/i] Her mouth closed tightly, so that no evil would escape her lips. It was clear she needed more practice to hone her control over the dark arts. She would try again soon.

Ava leaned to the side to see if her foot could reach her stuff without needing to move her body weirdly. Unfortunately Ava could not reach her fallen pencil and paper. "Samuel," she asked her associate next to her, "Can you pick those up for me please?"