I heard Maddi calling for us to get up, the snack was here, a moment later. Sliding the rock back into my pocket, I walked outside and picked up an apple from the tray. Not looking Maddi in the eye (Who knew what her power was. It could be reading people's eyes through their minds, and then she'd find out I had her paper, and then- well, I didn't know what would be next.), I made my way back to my bed (well, Contri's) and looked around, noticing that everyone was much more awake than they'd been before. A couple theories as to why ran through my head, but the most relevant was something inside the beds that woke you up when you sat on it.

I hadn't noticed that I was eating apple core until I had bitten right into it and spat it back out into my hand. I tossed it in the garbage and lined back up at the door.

We left for (yay) next class a minute later, Terra and Emerald softly chit-chattering in front of me and Maddi not even noticing.

"Isn't having powers awesome?" Terra asked, and Emerald nodded, green hair bobbing.

"True. Ours, especially, are great, not like some people." She snickered, and I resisted the urge to tightly wrap a giant elastic around her neck. Rude, much? It was becoming more and more obvious to me that these two- well, at least Emerald- were auditioning for the spot of annoying girls in a movie.

I stopped listening to them. At least, until their voices started getting louder and Terra stopped in her tracks, drifting somewhere behind me.

Maddi turned into a room, which, though looking small on the outside, was filled with loads of stuff and looked like a training gym.

Was this power training or gym class?

Mr. Hart was at the front of the room this time, not Miss. Demi, who was nowhere to be seen.

The boys were already there, scattered around the room. Mr. Hart's quick speech of just randomly trying things out must have worked for them, because that was exactly what they were doing when we got there. On the 'go' we were too.

I drifted over to the battle training area first, hoping I could actually take down a dummy, with the help of a couple large bands. I grabbed them from the air (I was actually getting better at this) and attacked.

I didn't charge the dummy head on. That would have been silly, it would have seen me coming (figuratively) and punched me in the face (also figuratively) or something. I attacked from the side, which gave me a slightly better advantage.

An idea popped into my head, a tactic I hadn't thought about in a while, but I'd decided long ago to someday use it in a fight.

I cartwheeled into it. Sure, it probably would have caught my feet, but a) it was fun and b) he was on the ground now, with me on top of him.

With a quick stretch, I pulled one of the elastics over his head and down to around his wrists, before doing the same with his ankles. I dusted my hands off and stood up to a small smattering of applause.

"Nice," said Dakota. "Wanna take me on now?"

I glanced over to Mr. Hart, who was talking with Sam. "Um, are we allowed to?" He shrugged.

"We were never told not to."

"Okay, let's go."

He charged right away, just barreling over to me, and I dove and rolled out of the way, catching his stomach, much to my please, and sending him to the ground.

And I didn't even do anything.

I jumped onto him, grabbing an elastic and wrapping him up same as I did to the dummy. He flailed a bit more, but other than that they were the same.

I'd caught two dummies in five minutes.

I stood up, admiring my work. "I think I've won," I said.

"No fair," he grumbled. "My power's useless for fighting, unless I want to annoy you." Dakota paused, before continuing. "A freak thunderstorm will begin in two minutes in southern Alabama. It is precisely 21 degrees outside, but 24 in here."

He rambled on, but my only regret was not gagging him.