Practice Makes Perfect (Lola)

[Veronica Milano]

VERONICA [/color]Milano[/color]
SENIOR [/color]year[/color]
FEELING [/color]inpatient and annoyed[/color]

Veronica felt the vibration of the pen she held in her hand hitting the top of her notepad as she looked around the classroom as she watched some of the other student in her class paying attention. why are they even acting like they care it's physics it's not like we are ever gonna use it in our future she thought to herself as she sat behind the counter she looked over at the girl next to her who was writing something down this blows the bell has gotta go soon, I've taken too much torture already she thought to herself as she watched the teacher for a second before hearing the class being dismissed. She couldn't get out of there quick enough.

As she left the classroom she took a deep breath and stopped just outside as she began to make her way to the hallways to make it up to her locker. As she arrived by her locker she felt a sharp vibration in her pocket, it was her cell phone as sighed as she tried to swing her bag around as it was positioned across her body and fell over her left side of her body covering her pocket where her cell phone was, But as she did the bag was heavier than she though and attempted to lift it up over her head but she was feeling inpatient and frustrated as she wanted to answer her cell phone and sent a shock through the outer material of her bag. which was only small in voltage but strong enough to burn through the top forcing the strap to break free and the whole bag fell to the ground "just super" she said to herself sarcastically.

Her pocket with her cell phone was finally free she left her bag lying on the floor for a second as she reached into the pocket of her tightly fitted jeans to lift out her cell phone, she held her sidekick with both hands swiveled the screen around and began to read the screen to see who had called. the call had ended, 'daddy' she read, what does dad want she thought to herself for a second, but happy she hadn't answered her cell phone in a way. The last thing she wanted was another lecture. She swiveled her cell phone back around and placed it back into her pocket where she had got it from. knelt down to the ground to pick up her bag that had broken. and opened her locker with her other hand. She placed her books inside.

Having a 'free period' or 'study hall' she decided she would use the time to try and practice her power, for if she had better control, what just happened to her bag wouldn't happen again and at her age she should have better control. At least that is the way Veronica though about it. Carrying three empty glass bottles she stepped to the side of the hallway and checked to see if anyone was looking and they were not. It was pretty deserted just how she wanted it to be.

She placed the bottles on the ground a few inches apart and walked back a couple feet and brought her left and right arm up wards so that they were just below her face and positioned her hands like she was holding a gun and with her right index finger she aimed for the far right bottle, trying to practice her voltage, accuracy and direction. She concentrated on the far left bottle as she watched the arc quickly hit wall by the left bottle and crack the glass slightly. In a high pitched annoyed and inpatient tone she said to herself "How did you miss that!" Although she was being hard on herself for missing her target she was determined to get it right her next try.

But she was startled when she felt a shadow walk behind her...

[Lola Harrison]

Lola sat in her math classroom, holding her head in her hand. God, why did math have to be so boring? She had always hated math, though she was rather good at it. Or at least, she thought so. At that moment the teacher handed back a math test they had taken a few days ago. Lola glanced down at her paper - 72. She sighed. She could do better on tests, she just chose not to. Besides, she hated to study, much rather preferring to do classwork and homework. She also liked to practice her power more often than pretty much anything else. She gained more control each time she did, and that could make her forget about anything else. Except, of course, for Adam Caraway.

The bell finally tolled, and Lola shoved her books into her messenger bag. She stood, waiting for the room to be drained of the juniors. She hated being pushed out of the door, so she tended to be the last one out. As she reached the door, her math teacher called to her. "Lola," she said, "I'm disappointed in you. You're much smarter than that test grade, and other tests can prove that. It would be my advice to take at least an hour studying for the make-up test we're going to be having." Lola sighed and forced a smile. "Of course. I'll, uh, make sure to do that." She turned back around and headed out the door.

Well, maybe I can try to study, she thought as she walked mindlessly through the halls. Really, what could it hurt? She had tons of free time on her hands anyway. Her mind had wandered along with her feet, and soon she found herself not knowing where exactly she was going. She blinked and heard someone say something in anger just around the corner. Her curiosity always getting the best of her, she turned the corner to see a blond girl stand a few feet in front of three bottles, and saw of what she knew to be a mark on the wall from electricity. Lola's heart leaped. It had been a while since she had spoken to someone of her own clique. Electrokinetics, she had come to find out, were rare. She figured she'd make herself known instead of standing around like a useless blob of nothing. She cleared her throat softly. "Uhm, you need to concentrate more," she said as she glanced at the slightly cracked glass bottle. "Close your eyes and take in a few deep breaths before doing it again."