To pick up a…. a detention." Principal Rigmatten will see you in a moment dear," replied the smiling middle-aged secretary. Amy sat down on the couc... indicated. Her mind was going a thousand miles a minute, a visit with the principal? Oh god, it must be worse than she thought. The principal was a total toad, a short, fat, middle-aged, balding man. All the students disliked him, except some of the senior girls; they seemed to dote on him as if he were their favorite relative. It was probably. Navy SEAL that had somehow managed to defeat all her teams. "So far," she whispered to herself.Peter said that the Target – who had 'no body' or 'nobody' – was now dead, although he was still alive. He was swimming in water, and there were now two of him. But he was dead. That made absolutely no sense, but most of Peter's ramblings made little sense these days. He was doing most of his mumbled talking about the Chicago Bulls. At least she thought it was about the Bulls. They were going to gore. Well, I hoped it would be.During lunch, I found a lonely spot and went invisible. I entered the lunch area and put the DVDs into the backpacks of outcast boys. I focused primarily on sophomores and freshmen nerds like me. My invisible hand passed through the bag and let go of the DVD which became solid as long when I didn't touch anything else.I played innocent during my class after lunch. Good students like me were seated a few minutes before class started."What this?" I said to Noah, pulling. I found I could make small shapes in the air, little shadow-like sculptures. I made one of a hand and then went and waved to Jessica.She giggled mentally. I saw the flash of teeth in a smile in the gloom of her cage, Wow you must be able to make illusions as well.Sweet! I have got some power after all, I still wish it was super strength or some sort of zap but it's better than nothing I guess, I paused for a moment then decided to take a look at Jessica close to, I'm going to move a bit closer.