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Norah: Quiet
Title: Quiet (Norah)
Fandom: Sky High
Claim: None
Status: In Progress
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Norah Gregory doesn't want to be a hero.
Warnings: None
For me, a regular day at high school is like riding a roller coaster. No matter how much control I have, emotions will seep into my consciousness, making me wonder what emotions are mine and which are alien.
He likes me. I can’t believe she said that! Why won’t he pay attention to me? I hate school. It’s not fair!
And then, of course, someone will brush up against me in the hall, and on top of the feelings, I get their thoughts in stereo for a split second. No matter how much control I master, there’s no way to entirely block a mass of overdramatic teenagers.
And we are. Overdramatic, I mean. Why else are there so many television shows about high school?
Everyone worries about this boy or that girl, who’s popular, who’s fighting – I do, too. It’s hard not to think about that cute boy in hero support who sits in front of me, or why Amanda and Sean are fighting (again) over Jessica.
But being an empath makes things a bit more difficult. It’s hard to talk to that cute boy when you can tell he’s trying not to stare at the girl with purple streaks in her hair, or to hear Amanda trying to be friendly to Jessica when I can tell she hates her.
I block as much as I can, but classrooms are close quarters, and someone is always bumping into me. My one salvation is study hall, which Principle Powers arranged after the first week of classes.
I think she and my mother were friends.
She lets me use the detention room, with its beautiful silence. No thoughts, no emotions, just me. It’s the only way I can actually keep up with classes. I get my study period at the end of the day, and most times, I stay through detention, too.
Even if the kids in there with me think I’m a badass or something for always being here, I don’t know. Well, at least, not while I’m studying in there. In that room, there’s nothing. I’m nothing.
It’s a beautiful thing.
Fandom: Sky High
Claim: None
Status: In Progress
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Norah Gregory doesn't want to be a hero.
Warnings: None
For me, a regular day at high school is like riding a roller coaster. No matter how much control I have, emotions will seep into my consciousness, making me wonder what emotions are mine and which are alien.
He likes me. I can’t believe she said that! Why won’t he pay attention to me? I hate school. It’s not fair!
And then, of course, someone will brush up against me in the hall, and on top of the feelings, I get their thoughts in stereo for a split second. No matter how much control I master, there’s no way to entirely block a mass of overdramatic teenagers.
And we are. Overdramatic, I mean. Why else are there so many television shows about high school?
Everyone worries about this boy or that girl, who’s popular, who’s fighting – I do, too. It’s hard not to think about that cute boy in hero support who sits in front of me, or why Amanda and Sean are fighting (again) over Jessica.
But being an empath makes things a bit more difficult. It’s hard to talk to that cute boy when you can tell he’s trying not to stare at the girl with purple streaks in her hair, or to hear Amanda trying to be friendly to Jessica when I can tell she hates her.
I block as much as I can, but classrooms are close quarters, and someone is always bumping into me. My one salvation is study hall, which Principle Powers arranged after the first week of classes.
I think she and my mother were friends.
She lets me use the detention room, with its beautiful silence. No thoughts, no emotions, just me. It’s the only way I can actually keep up with classes. I get my study period at the end of the day, and most times, I stay through detention, too.
Even if the kids in there with me think I’m a badass or something for always being here, I don’t know. Well, at least, not while I’m studying in there. In that room, there’s nothing. I’m nothing.
It’s a beautiful thing.