Chapter Five

Chapter 5

I dragged myself into bed on Sunday’s evening. I believe that I hate Theodore a hundred times worse than I originally did on our first meeting, if it were even possible. ‘You’re doing it wrong’, ‘don’t be a princess’, ‘are you going to cry?’ Gods! I hated him. And the feeling was mutual it seemed. Theodore hated my guts almost as much as I did his, not to my level because, come on, I’m better at everything. He hated me just slightly over average. Selena, god bless her heart, was a total sweetheart, even though meditating didn’t give me any inner peace at all. I was a sweaty mess at the end of everything, needing to learn how to call on my powers and control them was definitely harder than it looked. It took more energy than I thought I would need. She said I was a fast learner, and I usually called on my powers on instinct. She said I was a white flasher or a whatever. It seemed like a really big deal to her. I made it a choice to not pay attention to these things. in my exp