Fic: Quiet, Fic: Friendship; Fic: Crush
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starrikaMore drabbles from the POV of Norah, an OC in the same year as Will, Layla, Warren and co.
Previous Drabbles:
Mother's Day
Sidekick
Title: Quiet
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starrika
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character: Norah Gregory (OC), slight references to Zach and Magenta
Summary: There is nothing better than the quiet of the detention room.
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.
Title: Friendship
Author:starrika
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character: Norah Gregory (OC)
Summary: When you can feel the emotions of others, where do their emotions end and yours begin?
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve ever had a true opinion of a person in my life. Even when I was little, the empathy was there, influencing who I liked and who I didn’t.
It’s hard to hate someone when they’re truly nice. It’s also hard to like someone when all you can sense is jealously.
When I was little, it wasn’t as strong. The empathy wasn’t even noticeable, it was more like subconscious thought – it was almost as if I had a choice.
But as I got older, the empathy grew, the small stirrings of telepathy following. I can’t imagine how my mother retained her sanity. How do you trust anyone when you can hear their private thoughts?
I guess that’s why I don’t have many friends. It’s hard to not feel intrusive when I already know what they’re feeling, even before they speak. It’s hard to explain that sometimes, I can’t help invade their privacy and that it truly is beyond my control. The emotional powers have always been notoriously hard to master.
And pretty much good for nothing. But I don’t want to be a superhero or a sidekick, anyway.
Not that I have much of a choice.
So I’ve got my small group of friends – Amanda and Sean, and Jessica, too, when she’s not avoiding the fights, and it’s not like anyone’s mean to me. Pretty much everyone in hero support is nice. It’s the whole we’re-not-the-popular-kids thing, I guess.
But I still wonder. Are my friends my own, or are they simply the only people my empathy makes it easy to be around?
Title: Crush
Author:starrika
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character: Norah Gregory (OC), Zach, Magenta
Summary: Norah has a crush. It isn't fair. [No shipping].
I’ve got a crush. He likes someone else.
It’d be fine if she wasn’t so pretty. And so different from me.
I’ll never look exotic. I have plain brown hair that tends to curl (and frizz) when it rains and green eyes that are more muddy brown than emerald green. I’m tall and skinny and built more like a boy than a girl. I don’t have interesting clothes and purple streaks in my hair.
I’m boring Norah. There’s no way I can compete against Magenta.
I can’t even hate her. She’s nice. And even though she tries to act as if she’s too cool for Zach, I can tell she likes him, too. It’s not fair.
I didn’t even want to come to school here, but on the first day of school, I couldn’t help but notice him. Who wouldn’t? Even if he wasn’t lit up like a glow stick, he’s loud and funny and cute. He was nice, too, turning around to talk in hero support when his seat was assigned in front of me.
He was so excited to be there, and his happiness was genuine. There were no false pretenses, and his happiness was infectious. I think I might have managed a smile, after I stopped blushing.
And then Magenta sat next to him, and I was forgotten. Don’t get me wrong, he still talks to me before class sometimes, but it’s really her he’s interested in.
I hate this dumb school. I was fine with tutors. Would have been fine with St. Michael’s High. Instead I’m here pretending I care about saving the world (and probably getting myself killed), pretending I don’t care that Zach could care less about me, and trying to pretend I hate Magenta.
I’ve got a crush. It’s not fair.
Previous Drabbles:
Mother's Day
Sidekick
Title: Quiet
Author:
starrikaRating: PG-13
Pairing/Character: Norah Gregory (OC), slight references to Zach and Magenta
Summary: There is nothing better than the quiet of the detention room.
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.
Title: Friendship
Author:
starrikaRating: PG
Pairing/Character: Norah Gregory (OC)
Summary: When you can feel the emotions of others, where do their emotions end and yours begin?
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve ever had a true opinion of a person in my life. Even when I was little, the empathy was there, influencing who I liked and who I didn’t.
It’s hard to hate someone when they’re truly nice. It’s also hard to like someone when all you can sense is jealously.
When I was little, it wasn’t as strong. The empathy wasn’t even noticeable, it was more like subconscious thought – it was almost as if I had a choice.
But as I got older, the empathy grew, the small stirrings of telepathy following. I can’t imagine how my mother retained her sanity. How do you trust anyone when you can hear their private thoughts?
I guess that’s why I don’t have many friends. It’s hard to not feel intrusive when I already know what they’re feeling, even before they speak. It’s hard to explain that sometimes, I can’t help invade their privacy and that it truly is beyond my control. The emotional powers have always been notoriously hard to master.
And pretty much good for nothing. But I don’t want to be a superhero or a sidekick, anyway.
Not that I have much of a choice.
So I’ve got my small group of friends – Amanda and Sean, and Jessica, too, when she’s not avoiding the fights, and it’s not like anyone’s mean to me. Pretty much everyone in hero support is nice. It’s the whole we’re-not-the-popular-kids thing, I guess.
But I still wonder. Are my friends my own, or are they simply the only people my empathy makes it easy to be around?
Title: Crush
Author:
starrikaRating: PG
Pairing/Character: Norah Gregory (OC), Zach, Magenta
Summary: Norah has a crush. It isn't fair. [No shipping].
I’ve got a crush. He likes someone else.
It’d be fine if she wasn’t so pretty. And so different from me.
I’ll never look exotic. I have plain brown hair that tends to curl (and frizz) when it rains and green eyes that are more muddy brown than emerald green. I’m tall and skinny and built more like a boy than a girl. I don’t have interesting clothes and purple streaks in my hair.
I’m boring Norah. There’s no way I can compete against Magenta.
I can’t even hate her. She’s nice. And even though she tries to act as if she’s too cool for Zach, I can tell she likes him, too. It’s not fair.
I didn’t even want to come to school here, but on the first day of school, I couldn’t help but notice him. Who wouldn’t? Even if he wasn’t lit up like a glow stick, he’s loud and funny and cute. He was nice, too, turning around to talk in hero support when his seat was assigned in front of me.
He was so excited to be there, and his happiness was genuine. There were no false pretenses, and his happiness was infectious. I think I might have managed a smile, after I stopped blushing.
And then Magenta sat next to him, and I was forgotten. Don’t get me wrong, he still talks to me before class sometimes, but it’s really her he’s interested in.
I hate this dumb school. I was fine with tutors. Would have been fine with St. Michael’s High. Instead I’m here pretending I care about saving the world (and probably getting myself killed), pretending I don’t care that Zach could care less about me, and trying to pretend I hate Magenta.
I’ve got a crush. It’s not fair.