Manipulator

I was younger then, in 7th grade, middle school. We all make stupid choices then, don't we? That was the last time I ever used my powers. I sit in the courtyard of my high school, thinking of the past. The teachers tell me every day that I need to stop dwelling on what has happened, but it's hard to think of what hasn't happened yet. When I look around me, all I see are incompetent druggies, drunkards, and felons when I think about the future. The bell rings loud and clear and I rise from the water fountain's edge. As I walk in, some kid trips me on the stairs. I want to look up and punish them, but I remember what happened after Ryan, and stay down.
After I had scared him, Ryan was never the same. His parents told me that he couldn't sleep at night, that he wouldn't go anywhere alone after nightfall, and that he never went to his grandmother's grave. I had ruined his entire family with my punishment. I will never forgive myself for doing that. I lay on the stairs when a hand comes into view. I look up to see a handsome boy looking at me.
"Are you ok?" He asks me. I take the offered hand up, but I don't look again. I solemnly nod. I walk on, clinging my books close to me. I start to see blue, making me stop. What? I think, why now? I run into the janitor's closet as the blue lines begin to surround the area around me. The lines vanished as I walked out again. The tardy bell rang as I entered my French class. Madame Fraise looked up, along with everyone else. I scurry to the back, where one seat is left. Madame starts the class, but I can't help focusing on the suddenness of my power usage. The last time I'd used them was 4 years ago, so you can understand my confusion. A girl in front of me turns around.
"Hey, Is." She smiles. "You ok?"
I smile back at my best friend. "I'm alright, Alicia." She turns around again as the lesson continues. I just watch the clock, waiting for 2:30, so I can go home.
"Ms. Dawson!" Madame calls. I jump a little causing the others to laugh.
"Yes ma'am?"
"What is the French word for 'love'?"
"Amour."
Madame smiled. "Now read this sentence in French." I looked on the SMART board. The board reads "I can't believe it, but I've fallen in love with you!"
I sigh. " Je ne peux pas le croire, mais Je t'aime." The boys snicker as I read. Madame nods approvingly.
"Excellent pronunciation, miss." She sighs merrily. "Now, for the big month project." Everyone groans except for me. "Since it is February, you will be partnered up boy-girl, to flirt in Français." The girls start whispering while the boys check them all out. I just sit quietly, trying not to be noticed by the boys. "Now, Alicia is with Rick," Alicia looks ready to gag, "Katelyn with Brad," while there the only happy one is Kate, and the names went on, "and finally, Isabel with Ryan." I stand up, palms flat against the table. The others around me gasp. I run out of the room, leaving all of my things there. I duck out to the courtyard, to the fountain. I try the breathing exercises Mr. Pip had shared with me, but it only makes it worse. Alicia walks to me, and places a hand on my shoulder.
"Is this about the thing you did to him in 7th grade?" She asks. I don't responded, and so she gets her answer. "Is, that was 4 years ago…" Her voice fades out. I imagine a 12 year old Ryan crying in his room because of IT.
"Yeah, get over it." I turn to see Ryan, with his rich blonde hair, and those harsh, lying eyes the color of coal. I stand up straight and walk towards the arch way that lead home. "Aren't ya gonna say anything?"
"Yes," I snarl, "don't make it happen again."