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Cold air buffets me as I trek through the drizzle to
My first college course today, then something hits me on the back, but I ignore it, figuring it is just a breeze.
"What a nerd!" I heard Richard Dice's voice a second later.
This bastard, I had hoped to get away from him after secondary school. Still, his father had somehow brought him into the same expensive University I'd received a scholarship in, and so I was still being bullied by him.
"Leave him alone, Rich," Tina says right afterwards.
She's Richard's girlfriend, and one of the hottest girls on campus, and when I say hottest... Damn it, she's really hot... Truth be told.
"Okay, I'll weave the wittle ol' nerd awone for you," Richard replied in baby talk.
Why does Tina put up with such an idiot, one would wonder.
....
Classes seem to drag on, and my mind seems to keep going fuzzy from lack of sleep. Finally, in my last class, I can't seem to keep my eyes open, which is slightly odd, since it is Professor Jane's class and it's usually one of my favorites. And no, it's not because of the subject she teaches; math has always been an easy subject for me. Instead, it's because of her.
She stands just a little shorter than me, has beautiful, big brown eyes that seem magnified by her large glasses. Her long, dark brown hair is usually pulled back and softly reflects the room's fluorescent lighting.
She has a small waist that usually gets overlooked because of her ample breasts. I am generally quite attentive in her class, but today I struggle to keep my eyes open and on her as she lectures us on a formula I'd mastered last night before bed.
If only the lights were off, so I could put my head down and rest, I thought, and for a moment, I imagined standing up and switching off the lights right by me, which required a special key to switch them on and off.
I open my eyes as someone gasps, and notice that the room is dark, except where Prof. Jane's computer screen is on, and a couple of other students have their cell phones out, playing instead of paying attention.
"Who turned out the lights?" the professor demanded, walking to her desk and shuffling through a drawer. She must have found what she was looking for, as she marches down the aisle till she stands right next to me, slips the key into a notch, and lifts it, restoring the lights.
Prof Jane glares down at me, as if I had been the one to turn off the lights.
"Mr. Smith, did you happen to see who turned off the lights?"
I just shook my head, not having seen anyone do it, my own eyes having been closed at the time.
She looks at me suspiciously for a moment and then walks back down to her desk, dropping her key back in the drawer.
My mind is racing now.
HAD I somehow turned off the lights?
| I couldn't see how. But then I remembered this morning with the alarm clock, and my bedroom light. Both had been off before I could touch them. And the light in class had gone off when I had thought about it. It was all likely a coincidence, but I had to try.
I pictured the key moving in the switch, turning the light off... And I froze, with a grin splitting my face.
Prof. Jane mutters to herself as she climbs the aisle, key in hand again, to turn the light back on.
The class is murmuring loudly, but I ignore them as I consider what this means.
Do I have superpowers?
Am I some mutant?
More importantly, what exactly can I do?…
It has to be more than just turning off the lights, because I'd done the same with my alarm clock…
The lights came back on, startling me, and I removed the smile from my face a moment too late.
"Since you think this is so funny, Mr. Smith, I want to see you in my office after class." My fellow students "ooh" like this was secondary school, but I ignore them.
Part of me is elated at my discovery, but another is horrified that I am in trouble now.
Looking around the class, I see several students glancing at me furtively, unsure whether I had really done the deed. None of their stares really bothers me, till I see Tina giving me a disappointed look.