LAKISHA
I sighed and looked around. Everybody seemed to be indulging in some kind of conversation. Whatever, like it matterd. I was dead bored. Dead bored and cooped up with a bunch of giggling teenagers. I smirked. I hadn't used my powers in a few days, except for the snake incident of course, so I could probably create quite the illusion.
I began to think, rolling onto my stomach and propping my chin up with my hand. What would really set the room into a wild frenzy? Gunshots perhaps? I chuckled and recieved a few skeptic glances. Let them stare. Or maybe I could create some giant man-eating lion in the middle of the room... I abandoned that idea quickly. They'd probably catch on.
Maybe a random hot guy with no shirt on kissing a hot girl in a skimpy dress? That would be...random. I snickered and received a new cast of stares. That was me, the creepy, snake-loving anti-social chick with the scar.
I kept thinking. There had to be something I could do. What to do? What to do? There were so many tangable options and so little energy. I could mess with Kalayan. Or Cain. Or anybody here for that matter... I sighed again.
My sigh vanished and turned into a grin. I'd go with the gunshots. Less energy anyways. I focused for a moment before filling the air with explosions and gunshots from who-knows-what. Bazookas, rifles, machine guns... I didn't stop until I had everybody in the room screaming bloody murder. Sooner or later Kalayan caught on.
"You little twit! Knock it off!" He shouted.
I started laughing and let the noises cease to exist. Everybody was glaring at me now. I smirked.
