"Are you ready for this?" asked Nathaniel. It had been a long night and he wasn't sure is HE was ready.

"Yes I am," she replied, her hair a whiteish blond, and it reminded Nathaniel that he still din't know her name. John nodded, apparently ready as well.

Nathaniel gulped and tried to look confindent. "There're usually a few open desks in every class, if you act uninteresting you'll just melt into the backround." I hope. "In a few minutes, everyone rushes inside..."

"..that's when we go," John finished. Nathaniel nodded.

"Don't forget you're Stacy---sorry, Gwen, now. Try not to interact too much with me. John okay though," Nathaniel added, and John made a fist pump in the air. "Because, John, no offense, but you kind of seem like the person to pick on new kids." John shrugged at this comment.

"Okay, so we get into the school. Then what?" asked Gwen.

"Then--" Nathaniel's voice was cut off by the sound of the bell. "We're going to be late! Let's go." 

With that they went into the school. 

And since I'm refusing to let this thread die, I will write the next part.

Gwen says to be doubley aware, John told Nathaniel. And she called our converstations MENTAL!

I think she meant it in a good way, thought Nathaniel. So there is another telepath?

Yeah.

Okay, then, get put of my head. It's safer that way. 

Safer, right, Nathaniel told himself. This school was about as safe as mouse walking into cat territory--big cat territory. Capes and Tights was even boringer than yesterday, so Nathaniel decided to examine his classmates. One kid, the one who had pushed Nathaniel out of his seat yesterday, Storm, was playing with fire the way someone might play with a tennis ball. Nathaniel could see kids pulling pranks on each other with their powers, and Nathaniel knew that if someone normal walked into the room right now, they would all be in trouble. 

They all seemed suspicious to him, esspecially one girl who seemed to be having a look out of the corner of your eyes staring contest with Gwen.

Gwen. So she's Gwen now, and that's how I'll know her. It made Nathaniel somehow depressed, for he knew her name was anything but Gwen.

You still think you can fool me! Changing it from Stacy to Gwen, good! It's on, Nathaniel, it's on.

They were in his head again, whoever "They" was. Who are you? Why are you watching us? How do you know my name? As far as Nathaniel was concerned, nobody knew his name.

You know, Nathaniel, I know a lot of people's secrets. I know almost everyone's secret in this room. If they think about it, think around it, or even space out, I can take that opportunity to learn their secret.

And you're the only one who has a secret I have yet to learn.

Nathaniel couldn't help himself. He thought of his secret. If someone was to talk about secrets, it would eventually pop into your head, right? It's even worse when that someone is talking about YOUR secret, and they want to know. They want to know it badly. Nathaniel tried to avert himself from thinking of his secret, but that only made it worse.

Little boy who can't jump.

That was the last Nathaniel heard of the voice, as the buzzing ceased to exist and there was no one occupying his mind. He set his head in his arms on his desk, and ever so silently, let tears flow.

Wow. Not what I was expecting. That's great, Nathaniel. Now someone, who you're sure is trying to ruin your plans, got into your head and stole your secret. And you start crying. I can't blame you, but you're supose to be strong and think of the brilliant plan!

Bad Nathaniel.

Anyways, I hope this thread doesn't die and I also hope this helped other people get back on track. 

@ Theo; Since it seems we're the last writers on here, I guess that means it's my turn! I'm thinking I'm going to do some sort of confrontation between Brooke and Elexhiia.

Brooke wasn't paying attention to the class in the least. It was Capes and Tights.   'Well,' she thought, 'this isn't going to help me anyway.' She seemed to be dealing with a villain of her own.  'You're absolutley right!' a voice spoke in her head. 'Rather boring, isn't it?  She was now having staring contests with the strange girl.   She'd slid into the desk opposite Brooke, Gwen, whoever she was. Brooke/Gwen was almost positive now that this was the other telepath. Just as the girl broke eye contact with Brooke, a voice spoke in her head: Oh, and I know your secrets!' The strange girl then turned and stared at Nathaniel. A second later Nathaniel jumped, and stared around. Brooke was beginning to feel the same way she had on the streets, before living at the bakery. She felt like turning into some sort of cat, or something, ready to defend herself and Nathaniel. She gripped the edge of the desk, trying to keep her cool. Finally, the class was over. She bolted for the door. Nathaniel caught her arm at the door. "Your hair!" he said in a low tone. "Oh no!" Brooke said. She'd been so focused on that girl, she'd let herself go. She could tell already her hair wasn't the shade it was supposed to be. She dashed down the hall, trying to keep her hair under control. She dashed into the girls' bathroom and stared in the mirror. Her hair was now a VERY unnatural shade of blood red. It was currently turning black. "Stop!" she told herself, taking a deep breath. "Calm yourself. Everything's fine." But she couldn't keep the fear out of her voice. Another telepath was trouble enough. But one who knew her secrets was the one thing that scared Brooke more than probably anything else. Finally, she managed to get herself under control and walked back out. Nathaniel stood leaning against the wall, waiting. "You okay?" he asked. She nodded. They started walking down the hall when a voice said, "Well Gwen, you were rather difficult to get your secret from. Good mental defence, but you did slip up once."

Taday! This is where I leave it! I figured a little dramatics wouldn't hurt the story! Hahaha! Cappie says roby. Is that your real name, dear Cappie?

But what? Am I suppose to finish that?

...Nathaniel and John had no idea what happened to Gwen. They shouted for her, but it was no use. She was out of Shane's. She's probably going home, thought Nathaniel. Where ever home is for her. 

"Gwen!" he shouted one last time, and John shot him an exasperated look.

"She really beat it," he said. "And it's YOUR fault, too, you know."

"I know," said Nathaniel gloomliy. "Do you think we should go after her?"

John raised an eyebrow, but a tiny grin washed over his face. "No, Nathaniel, we shouldn't go after her. Of course we should!" John slapped him on the arm, playfully, but harder than he probably intended, for Nathaniel had to resist the urge to rub his arm. I deserve that, anyways, he reminded himself. "Come on!" said John, "Let's go!"

The two boys dashed down the hall, and looked out the window guarding the school. No Gwen. Only a dark vehicle driving away. Nathaniel's eyes narrowed. 

BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The end-of-school bell rang out, like an arrow piercing a dream.

An arrow piercing a dream?! Does that even make sense?

Nathaniel looked at John, and he shrugged. "Every Tuesday," he stated, "We leave school early."

And every Monday, said a voice in his head, who Nathaniel guessed to be Elexhiia, a new student is accepted. 

Nathaniel shook his head, and the buzzing stopped. Curse these telepaths! There were sometimes when you DIDN'T want other people in your head!

Seeing that he was alone in the hallway, Nathaniel decided to grab his stuff and go home. Neither his mother nor his father would be home, much to his realif, until the normal school day was over.

When he was home, Nathaniel did his homework for Capes and Tights, played on the computer, and thought about things. It was nice not to have anyone able to get into your head at any moment for a change.

For dinner, Nathaniel and his parents had ravioli and meatballs. His father asked him how school was, and he said good, and the whole famiy pretended like his week at Shane's wasn't just a week.  His mom talked about work, and how FLASH's rival, HUNT (Humans Unusally Not Typical) was back to kidnapping superkids. 

"They apparently have a schedule. They attack Brown's Elementary on Monday, Shane's on Tuesday--oh, did they have you leave school early, Nathaniel? Part of the procedures," she said, and Nathaniel nodded, an uneasy feeling growing in his stomach. "I think Shane's made it out okay today, none of your friends disappeared around lunch, right Nathaniel?"

Nathaniel felt his panic increase. "No, not really," he fibbed. Gwen, he thought,  Oh gosh, what have I done!? "Can I please be excused? Dinner was delicious." His parents nodded, and Nathaniel practicly jumped to clearing his plate and getting to his room.

Now to think up a plan, he told himself, at least, if what I'm assuming is right!

And what are you assuming? said a thought from across the wall.

What has mom said earlier? New neighbors? Elexihiia, of course. 

That we're all in danger, and get out of my head.

You do assume that alot, Elexhiia thought dryly, and the buzzing stopped.

For good reasons, too, Nathaniel added for himself. 

Wow, this is the longest post in the world! 

I guess this time I get to say "Bad Theo."