Class is really starting to get good! After that little... Incident, I expected some sort of punishment, or at least some sort of reprimanding. But, the teacher didn't give me a second look! Or, a first look for that matter. According to Nobody, that's not the first time a classroom was obliterated. I should have guessed, considering other students in the past have been a lot more... unstable.
Today, I actually managed to use cryokinesis, and froze some ice for my soda. And, my soda. Still, cryokinesis is a very useful skill to master. A big thanks to Nobody, for being so nice to me. You're a great friend!

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Okay, ouch.
I think I gave myself a concussion.
And wrecked a classroom.
In MY defense, some douchecanoe shot a rubber band at me in the middle of meditating! Anybody would have accidentally shot a telekinetic blast! It's only what, my third day here? And already, I've been accosted by some girl with cookies, called apathetic by a teacher, and blown up a classroom. So much for first impressions. I wish I was back home.

Well I never!
Some teacher, some incomprehensibly RUDE teacher had the nerve to call me " So apathetic it hurts.".
ME! He called ME that!
Well, I mean. Like, not to my face. He was thinking it. He thinks quite loudly.
BUT STILL! Well tell me mister teacher man, am I apathetic NOW?? Just because I might not show my excitement. I mean, any empath could tell you I was over the moon at getting to learn hydrokinesis!
Some people at this school... ugh.

It has occured to me that perhaps some sort of backstory is in order.
My name is Gaila Anne Morgan, but everybody calls me Gail. I'm fifteen years old, and I discovered my talents while still in Middle School. I grew up in Washougal, Washington with my Mother and pet Scintillating Demonfish Daniel.
I'm known around town as the most thoroughly unremarkable looking person anyone's ever seen. I'm of average height, weight, and figure. My hair and eyes are brown. Not chocolate brown, or mahogany or anything. Just... brown.
I have a natural gift when it comes to portals, and am equally gifted in... manipulating. I just sort of ask, and people do things for me. Neat, right?
I like classic rock, Portugal. The Man, The Dear Hunter, and Broken Bells. Anything else, it's a safe bet to say I have a seething hatred for. Pop culture disgusts me deeply. Especially internet culture.
("Memes" are particularly vile.)
Other than that, I am apathetic to pretty much anything except Psychic Powers. They're so fascinating! I came here to learn as much as I can about them!
So, yeah. Now those of you who read this will have at the very least a base for my personality, and thus can judge if they desire to form some sort of friendship through these journal entries.
Peace out!

Oh, Mother had a great way to get shadows out of fabrics. She used to mix baking soda, dish soap, detergent, and the blood of the unborn, rub that into the stuff, and then toss it into the washing machine (on cold) Hope that helps!

Wow. First day at Psyhigh, and already I feel at home!
This may have something to do with a student touching my hand, somehow reading every positive memory I ever had, and subsequently making my favourite type of cookie. I think I'll wear gloves from now on.
I also think I'm gonna like it here!
P.S. That kid makes the best freakin sugar cookies EVER!