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[i]"What does the mirror really reflect?"[/i][/center]
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Eva's fingers tangled themselves into the hem of her shirt as she bit her lip nervously. She could feel her face flush even more, and she gave another mental groan. Desperate for a way out of this embarrassing blush, Eva pressed her fingers against the skin of her stomach and used her psychometric ability to dig into her body's inner workings and her brain. How to get rid of a blush... Hmm... Somewhere deep in her brain, she recalled that inhaling, holding, exhaling, and holding her breath would expel a blush.

So she started to do just that, her blush eventually fading away as she did so. However, before she could remove her fingers from her skin, an overload of information forced their way to her head. How many heartbeats per minute, the fact that her stomach was a little empty because she didn't have enough breakfast, the tag of her shirt was sticking out, she had 30 more strands of split ends in her hair, her breathing rate was becoming a little shallow, her phone has no new messages, her sock was a few strands away from getting a hole, her shoelaces were tied a little bit too tightly to be comfortable...

Too much. Way, way, way too much. 

Eva couldn't focus on what AJ was even saying anymore, the world in front of her way swaying just a little. Information continued pouring into her brain even after her hand fell away from her stomach, all the excess, unnecessary information rushing at her. Eva's vision darkened a little as she stumbled backwards into the tree she was leaning against earlier. 

No. Not here, not now. She could feel a fainting spell coming up, and she couldn't do this, not in front of someone she just met, not on her first day at this school.

Dammit.