louder than it seems {maggie}

[Anabelle Greene]

"... Greene. Miss Greene?"

Anabelle looked up suddenly, her previous zone out session interrupted by Mr. Valerie, the grumpy, sallow faced Math teacher that had a beak like nose. She inwardly sighed, pushing herself to sit up straight, pressing her lips together. Math was her worst subject and she was sure Mr. Valerie knew it, purposely squawking at her whenever she found herself daydreaming. "Yes, sir?" She forced herself not to raise an eyebrow. "Miss Greene, if you think you can waste time by day dreaming in my lesson, I'm supposing you will be able to answer the previous equation." But her expression remained at ease despite his attempt at nerving her. How did she know this was coming. Quite easily actually, seeing as she could pick the question out of his mind as well as the answer;

"21.3 to one decimal place." She answered nonchalantly, ignoring the guilt she felt for misusing her powers and relishing the startled look on Mr. Valerie's face. He simply grumbled and walked away, his thoughts the same miserable moans of 'the wretched Greene girl' after she proved him wrong, a smile remaining on her face as the bell rang for end of class. Anabelle was only too happy to escape the confines of the four walled prison that contained mental torture of equations. In all honesty, she should find it a breeze, what with her capability of the answers, but knew better than to abuse the gift she had. Besides, she was a strong believer in Karma and never pushed her powers. Well, not during lesson anyway.

Joining the crowd which lead over to the Sophomore corridor, Anabelle mindlessly walked, unzipping her bag and searching for her ipod. She was sure she packed it this morning but was in far too much of a rush to check. As always, the corridor was full of talking students, most of their minds going into overdrive and every so often fading in and out of Belle's mind. She could control it and keep most out, but when in large groups couldn't help but let some slip in. It was why she tried so hard to keep her music with her at all times, it helped block some of the noise.

[Maggie Russell]

Maggie stared out the window, wishing that the next ten minutes would pass quickly without Miss. Grant asking her a question on last night's history homework. Last night, Maggie had been busy dealing with an angry spirit named Jose that wanted to kill his father for letting him drown. She had suffered several bruises and small cuts. Her left wrist had been sprained and was wrapped with a thick ace bandage because of it. So clearly she had not had time to do any homework.

It was luck, sheer luck, that got her out of that class without being called on. The boy in front of her hadn't done his work either and Miss. Grant was reaming him out until the bell rang. Maggie was on her feet in seconds, shouldering her tote bag and hurrying into the hall. She let the stream of other sophomores lead her to the sophomore hallway. Another aspect of having been up late getting rid of this spirit and then going to the hospital to get her wrist examined and wrapped was that she was really tired. And because she was really tired, she didn't pay attention to where she was going and she walked right into someone else. "Oh I'm so sorry" she exclaimed immediately after regaining her balance.