This is Fun! Also, Indi, I like your idea better.

Oh, and maybe each person they got their powers from as a different eye color? Like white for Cherry, Blue for Indi, Red for Briar maybe, and uh... Green for Max? I'm not sure about the others. And the magic coming from that person has the same color as the eye's? I'm just brainstorming here. 

Also, sorry if I godmod with the thoughts here. If it doesn't make sense, tell me. 

Max~

Pain is scorching my body, and I can't see straight. However, there is something above me.

Are you oh kay? 

Is someone saying that? No, it feels like those other thoughts... But it's also louder, and more clear. Maybe it's closer? I groan, and hold my head.

I see a man, and some dark green, but it blinks out and I can't see it anymore. Instead, there is a girl. It's Grace.

"Uhhhhghhhh..." I groan. The voices were more quiet, and I could see better. "H-how did you find me?"

She doesn't reply, but I think I hear something. I zone in on her, fascinated.

How can I tell her? I don't even know what--

I blink, and slowly get out of bed.

"What happened?" she said. Her voice sounds concerned. I wonder if she can se--

I shake my head lightly and stumble awkwardly around.

"I'm... Not Sure..." I blink and look up at her. "How did I end up here?"

"I would ask the same thing," She shrugs. I widen my eyes.

"What about the others?"

******

Also, whenever i write in italics it probably means she is hearing someone else's thoughts. 

Fauna~ My goodness, what the heck is Briar up to? They're going down to the basement . . . but why? Wait--why am I even following them? I should be with my awesome, popular friends, not some freaks.

But as I slowly get up from my chair, I suddenly remember what happened to them, my friends. They were expelled; all for the same reason. Yes, I recall the event quite clearly now.

They . . . they were wandering around the school, looking for advneture. I was home sadly, mom made me stay and do my own homework, but my friend told me about it the next day.

It was night, she said, when they decided to explore the basement. Afterwards, they . . . changed. Their school statuses went downhill. Other students thought they were crazy. Even my BFF wasn't her usual self. She said she kept hearing things . . . voices. 

I think one had a mental breakdown, another . . . I never saw the her again. Finally, they started spreading their stories, but nobody would believe them, not even me. They went insane, in the end, like literally, and the principal expelled them.

--- 

The memories, the stories, came flooding back to me. "Wait," I whispered, "let's not do this." Although none of the other girls heard me. I graoned and for a moment considered speaking louder.

But, that would make me look like a coward. I quickly squeeze my lips together, open them, and say, "Well, there's nothing better to do."

I follow them to the basement. Who knows if my friends really went insane because of it . . .

-----

We go to the elevator and are immediately crammed inside like pigs in cages. I stand with my back leaned against the wall and my arms folded across my chest. I study my nail polish while we wait, making sure it's not chipped. 

Then, the machine stops, and after the doors open, I see Briar swiveling her body around, her hand gripping a shaver tool.

She rattles off several things, but I'm only paying attention to the tool in her hand and the strange, black rock in front of her. It was big, and dark, and glowing. A meteorite? I gasp. The story was true.

"Give me that!" I exclaim, I just want to help . . .

She shakes her head and scrapes it against the rock.

"Give me that stupid thing!" I yell. I lunge my body towards it, trying to stop her before she kills us all.

Big mistake. The sharp tip dives into the meteorite, and I loose conciousness.

---

"Aaaah," I groan, trying to peel open a droopy eyelid. My head is buzzing like a bumble bee, and everything seems to pulse around me.

"Whaa . . . what happened?" I say aloud to nobody in particular. I rise from my bed and struggle for my alarm clock. I drearily rub the sand from my eyes. The hands . . . show it's what, 10 a.m.? Goodness, what happened? I don't remember staying up late last night.

Suddenly, it all floods back to me. Yes, the shaver, the meteorite . . . I gasp and sit up like a speeding bullet.

As fast as I can, I race to get my shoes on, and somehow, it takes less than an instant. Right before my eyes, I'm already dressed and running out of my dorm. I don't understand what's going on . . . I knock things over as I run, and it feels like I'm going at average speed, but the world goes by me in slow-motion.

I hear several screams, and then glass shatters like in an opera. I race to the other dorms.

I have realized something: We must control our powers or our fate will end up to be just like my friends'. 

~Grace~

I notice a few feelers opening up from the girls core and unwrap the sticky things from around my arms. I'm a little bit worried they'll retaliate somehow, but they're just sticky. Really sticky. When I unwrap them from my arm they stick to my hands. I peel one of and toss it back at Max. "Stop it!" I hiss. She gives me an odd look.

"Stop- doing that! I'm not gonna hurt you, okay!" I tell her frusterated. She stares at me blankly. 

I take a deep breath. "Com'on, let's find the others," I say, then mutter, "I must be going crazy." 

Shatter's eye color will be...

(thinks)

Crud... hm... I really wanted green...

VIOLET? or neon green?

WAIT, better idea! 

Danie: Your man and my man could be related somehow, and mine has neon-lime green eyes while yours has deep hunter green eyes? 

@Brookeira I'm fine with that! I like the little story thing you made with them.

Again, I hope the thoughts aren't godmoddings.  

Max~

Grace leads me out of the room, with me still slightly confused. What had she doing? Why had she waving her arms around? 

Suddenly I see a blur in front on me, and ten seconds later I'm on the floor with Fauna on top of me.

"ACK!" Fauna groans, looking at me. "Oh, it's you."

She waits for me to reply, but my head's hurting again so I stay quiet.

"How're you so fast?" Grace asks, staring at something that I can't seem to see. I wonder... "What do you mean?"

"You ran... from one side of the hallway... to another..." I mutter quietly, getting up. "Do you think the meteor... Has something to do with it?"

"Of course it has to do with the Meteor!" Fauna replies, exasperated. What is up with this weirdo? She isn't even hyperactive anymore. I blink, looking at her with hurt eyes. 

"Y-you should have told me I was hyperactive..." I mumble, looking down.

"What are you talking about? I never said that!" Fauna says, though there is something wavering in her voice. Did I accidently say that out loud? I don't think so. Out of the corner of my eye I see Grace whacking the air in front of Fauna. What the heck are they seeing? I know they must have some kinda powers, but really this is making them even more freakish then they already were. I stare at her. Why is she being so mean?... She's not moving her lips, but I can hear her voice...

"Max..." Grace looks at me funny. "I have the slightest idea that you're reading Fauna's mind." 

~Grace~

There's a blur of neony colors and Fauna appears. She's jittering, moving quickly, and when she moves a streak of bright light follows her. At least her magic isn't trying to wrap around me like a parasite.

Despite Fauna's speed, the feelers quickly latch on. I yank and bat at them, but more keep on latching on. Max is staring at her like she's actually trying to violate someone's privacy like that. 

"Hey, Max," I hiss. "I'm getting the impression you're reading Fauna's mind."

She turns, blank surprise and- is that guilt?

"You know," I say, dodging a feeler making to wrap around my arm, "There's something called privacy. I'm really missing it." 

Despite my best efforts, one latchs onto me. Knowing Max can hear me, I think as loud as I can- GET. OFF. Max flinches, but the feeler doesn't detach. I know in Harry Potter you can Occlude and build walls and barriers- maybe if I do something of the sort? I could sort of scare her out. I imagine a series of the most groteque things I can think of- pimples popping, horror movie scenes, nightmares, including a flash of that dream last night. Max gapes at me and the feeler droops, finally popping off. "Thank you," I hiss. "For finally giving someone some privacy." I give her an unimpressed stare.

"Here I was, trying to help you. Clearly I shouldn't have bothered." Before another feeler can snake out to obliterate the privacy of my mind yet again, I walk out. 

~Grace~

I turn. "Alright then, but I have some conditions. Max. You aren't looking in any of our minds, I don't care if they can't tell. If you so much as touch me, I will do my best to chop up your magical core, because if you're going to use it to randomly violate the privacy of someone's mind, you clearly do NOT deserve it." I turn to Briar. "You aren't bursting things." I nod towards Fauna, "And you are not going to insult," I tick off on my fingers, "My hair, my clothes, my abilites, my friends, my parents, my personality, or anything about me- or them- for that matter." I stretch my lips in a bland renidition of a smile. "We got it?"  

----

Grace is being sassy. She does that when people read her mind.  

Fauna~ I stare at Cherry and Grace, shocked. As soon as the words against Cherry left my mouth, there is a giant dog in front of me. It shows its sharp teeth, and stares at me with its dark, carnivorous eyes. It's fur is like a storm, gray and cloudy, but slick and clean. 

I jump back, surprised. When I get back up Grace is hovering over me. For once in a very long time, I am scared. I thought I forgot that feeling a long time ago . . .

"So," she says, counting on her fingers, "you are not to insult my hair, abilities, friends, personality, family, you got that?"

I nod slowly. "Y-yes," I stammer.

She raises an eyebrow. "Ah, not so tough anymore, are ya?"

I shrug. "Let's-let's just find out what's going on." My gaze suddenly turns to an alarm clock, sitting on the floor. It's glass is shattered and it's tumped over, but I can read the time fine.

"Oh gosh!" I exclaim suddenly, "we'll be late for class!" 

Cherry

~~ 

A fly buzzes around the room, its wings humming in the humid air. I glance towards it, my hand twitching slightly. Instantly the fly’s wings turn bright, electric blue and begin to glow. Hurriedly I snap out of it and flick my hand again, changing the fly’s wings back. I hope no one saw me. Briar said we weren’t supposed to use our powers around other people. Still… I can feel it inside me, wanting to get out. The… thing I did with the dog earlier seems to have satisfied it then, but now I know the magic wants to get out. If only this class would finish… I silently bemoan. I can barely understand  word this teacher says. Something about mitosis?...

Finally the bell rings and I scurry out of my class, cursing the fact I ever got sent to this broiling New Mexico. Or is it a curse? If I had never been sent here, I would have never gotten my powers. As I walk down the hallway, the bells on my skirt jingle together, a pretty, musical sound. I draw eyes wherever I walk because of my brightly colored garb. I don’t care whatsoever. I like standing out and being different. However, my magic doesn’t. It feels like it wants to use illusions to blend in and hide away. Like a lonely, solitary person, totally unlike me. Speaking of which…

“Miss Augustine!” Mrs. DeMonte is storming up to me. I know she’s going to reprimand me about my outfit. And I’ll get in trouble, and she’ll lecture me. So for once, just this time, I’ll go against Briar’s word. Before Mrs. DeMonte can push through the crowd and fully see me, I cast and illusion, disguising my jeweled outfit to look like the plainer school one. She reaches me and launches into a tirade before fully seeing me. “MISS AUGUSTINE! What do you think you’re doing, wearing that--that…” she freezes, seeing me in my school outfit. She has no way of knowing it’s an illusion, and as soon as she toddles away, I relieve it.

“Nice work, Solitary,” I hear in my head. It’s a deeper voice, a man’s voice. When Max… when she, um, ‘talked’ to me, I heard a background residue, like a tiny part of her brain was filtering into mine. It sounded like a lighter voice, and I believe it was called ‘Sensitive’? This deeper one is unknown to me. Maybe it’s someone else’s? And who is Solitary? Is he… my magic?