Twisted Smiles

"Primrose scored zero on the true or false quiz?" Swerve and dodge, what I caught a glimpse on the side was Primrose's paper amongst other scattered sheets. "Lemme see, she's trying to get expelled on her first day."

"I know! Pretty arrogant, right?" Whose voice, her chilling enunciation. "Take this! Sway!"

One unsharpened pencil roamed from the other side, on a velocity scaled enough to gouge an eye out. Frightening, if not scary, was the stance assumed by the threatened homeroom teacher. And I only wanted to point fingers─and yet, I'm about to lose an eyeball.

Sigh.

As if I'd let it happen.

Unbridled tension crackled upon the classroom atmosphere to the arcane motion of books. Circling around a person, the psychical figure I know yet I do not at the same time. T'was I─the dreadful Mikhail Salazar. Quite literally hidden behind worldly knowledge, I suppose.

Her eyes narrowed: with a right hand firmly gripping a pencil, her smirk posed a challenge I couldn't overlook.

Four minutes past, this was a question of who should make the first move.

Now, it has become a volley─despicably because I couldn't seize her the first time.

Our battlefield, the unfashionable drab classroom of Class 12, Section A: the fuse has been lit, we're causing ruckus for the first time─the rules broken before they were even properly divulged.

A textbook flew off the floating mass, pages torn aflutter in its way towards her nonexistent defenses. Quickly swaying on the side, she dodged and the attack was met with a hurled pencil thus stopping the momentum. My telekinesis and her telekinesis, coursed into a serious midriff of caged spirits breaking out.

Abject in all of its nature─and in any minute now, our figurative deaths are set ablaze.

I didn't want to wrap myself around Kitty's fervor, but the whimsical can only be whimsical.

"A little indecisive…Yeah, and there's arrogance, I suppose," I agreed, and I felt like ostracizing the person should she have been in the room. "There's a question of why would she pursue a super power when she's intending to leave regardless."

Primrose Avery, even without her presence, lit our candles.

"You don't have to take a long look at it," Miss Ash imposed, gnarly in her stance to hide behind the podium as I thrash books toward her. "If she can't become a superhuman, she'd rather not become a detective."

"This school sucks in a way, huh, if even a talented outsider like her feels that way," I said, nodding accordingly.

Desks slid across the floor, a barricade built in a matter of seconds.

You're seeing a stray chair out of nowhere, of course, the natural response to create a more formidable base of defense. Not just books as they wouldn't insomuch protect a frail forehead from being smashed. Sonically, geez, I don't want a graphic death─and premature in itself that I'd be subject to a school murder event.

Imagine reading all throughout only to realize I'm the lovely bones.

"Contrary to the movies, only fools are drawn to eccentric academies," she expressed, her escort of white butterflies whispering death in unison. Her hand gripping on a textbook, and the volley roars without a chance to stop. "I wouldn't dream of Hogwarts if I were a wizard. Humans would."

Keheh, I ask for forgiveness because I smirked.

Also, I forgot. Miss Ash can't read minds so I'm off not thinking she'd retort to offset jokes I'd expect my little sister and Kitty to smack.

"Yeah, true…But more importantly, play if safe!" I scolded her, throwing along a stapler. "What do we do with this destruction afterwards?"

Flicking her fingers, a trembling pencil on the far side of the classroom rose.

"Zip it! You're the one who attacked first," her voice cracked, the pencil rushed into my left ear─swoosh, and I felt a distraught leak of blood. "If you cared so much, you wouldn't have in the first place."

"You hate me so much, you're gunning to kill me, huh?"

I overestimated the wall I built. I'm not too much of a hogwash to treat them as impregnable. I was only matching her level, but even matching said level lags behind the unobserved efforts after I decided not to accompany her anymore. Six months since she received her psychic blessing: two of which were us trying to figure it out─and I suppose she won't let her power go to waste during the remaining four months.

I told you to stop, how foolhardy can you be?

Keeping that nonsensical wish aside, I lack experience with supernatural battles as they're not commonplace.

"Nailed it, I despise you," she affirmed, eyes gleaming in ecstasy. "You shouldn't smile like that, it's unbecoming."

 A chair screeched across the floor.

She's going for the bigger projectiles now, no holds barred as she twirled around and hid behind her table.

"No, you're the maniac who's smiling," I refuted, assuming a defensive stance.

"Exactly!" Alright, she meant for herself─and I already know a fate in r/woosh where I'd be prosecuted and laughed upon. "Now, let's see what you're really made of!"

Blasting off was the chair on the ground, expected to topple down the high tower of revolving books. And I raised a hand at the expense of fear, that trembling shake, a foot backing down by several feets. I'm trying to play it calm and collected, but I don't suppose it's worth a dime anymore.

Miss Ash followed to attack behind her rage, finally breaking into close quarter combat.

Swaying along with the wind, her forelocks twirled in dynamism.

Quickfoot, enabled by hatred unabashed.

Jumping a level high, the dainty soles of her shoes crossed upon eyes unexpecting martial arts in a psychic clash.

The battle, the papers, the mayhem─all of these centers around that girl.

All these exam papers danced in chaos, the orchestra of a poorly lit classroom blinded by black curtains.

I hate how I'm cheating over our first serious volley of attacks, how I can see her illuminated while she's weaponizing her intuition. Selfsame shame when I can see her clearly stomping it all down over my face. I was supposed to hold the advantage.

Yet rubbing salt to injury, I'm about to get knocked down.

Keheh, I shouldn't have done this thing in the first place.

I'd be lost to reason how these particular moments came into a rash sequence.

But regardless, I felt the contortion around thou stiff cheek muscles. I might love this revolt more than staying in the shadows. "Heehee…" Looks like it'll be surefire I'll succumb to Primrose being the fifth thrall.