Cold air buffets as I trekked through the drizzle to
my first college course today then sothing hits on the back, but I ignore it, figuring it is just a breeze.
"What a nerd!" I heard Richard Dice voice a second later. This bastard, I had hoped to get away from him after secondary school, but his father had sohow gotten him into the sa expensive University l’d received a scholarship in, and so l 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, as it is Prof.JANE class, and her class is usually one of my favorites. And no, it not because of the subject she teaches, math has always been an easy subject for , rather, it’s because of her.
She stands just a little shorter than , 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 fluorescent lighting in the room.
She has a small waist that usually gets overlooked because of her ample br**st. I am usually quite attentive in her class, but today, I struggle just to keep my eyes open and on her as she lectures us on a formula l’d mastered last night before going to bed.
If only the lights were off, so I could put my head down, and rest I thought, and for a mont, l imagine standing up and switching off the lights right by , which require a special key to switch them on and off.
l open my eyes as soone gasps, and notice that the room is dark, except where Prof. Jane’s computer screen is on, and a couple 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 , slips the key into a notch, and lifts it, restoring the lights.
Prof Jane glares down at , 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 ti. She looks at
suspiciously for a mont, and then walks back down to her desk, dropping her key back in the drawer.
My mind is racing now.
HAD I sohow turned off the lights?
| I couldn’t see how. But then I rembered 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, 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 loudly murmuring, but l ignore them as I consider what this ans.
Do I have super powers?
Am I so kind of mutant?
More importantly, what exactly is it that I can do?
It has to be more than just turning off lights, because l’d done the sa to my alarm clock....
The lights ca back on, startling , and I remove the smile from my face a mont 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 l ignore them.
Part of is elated at my new discovery, but another is horrified that I am in trouble now. Looking around class, I see a number of students glancing at furtively, unsure themselves if I had really done the deed. None of there stares really bothers , till I see Tina giving a disappointed look.
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