Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-39642964-20190805144102/@comment-39642964-20190806133720

Chapter two:

Trista woke up and got out of bed. She was going to be late for Foxfire.

Wait. Why was she in her Foxfire uniforn.

Oh no. No, no, no, no. She flopped back on her bed and pulled the covers over her face.

She never asked  to be a Telepath. Why was it that everything she did to try to fit in, she always had to be different? The first year of Foxfire, she had wanted to manifest as a Cryokinetic. Everyone had made fun of her.

The second year of Foxfire, she had manifested as a Hydrokinetic, and Wichita Heks had had a very fun time teasing Trista about it.

The third year, Trista accidentally flooded her top floor, so she had lived with Uncle Elwin until they had gotten it cleaned up,  and that was when she had met Flynn. But she was constantly being made fun of, having water dumped on her head, her  locker being wet, and countless pranks

The fourth year, she finally learned why Wic was enjoying herself, pulling pranks, and making fun of Trista. Wichita was jealous of Trista. So Trista decided to lay low. She had an empty table to sit at, and she never styled her hair or put on makeup. If you stood out, you got made fun of, so it was better to just be boring.

Before Trista could finish her train of thought, her mother opened the door.

"Hi honey. Do you have a headache?"

now that she mentioned it... "Yes."

" Elwin says to drink those before he comes in. You must be hungry. " she pointed to a tray of vials.

Trista drank them all as her mom explained that Trista had hit her head on the book shelf when she fainted.

But she had a feeling her mom was hiding something. "How long have i been out?"

her mom hesitated. "Well... Um... Forty-eight hours."

trista almost spit out a disgusting elixir. "WHAT?"