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smithereens) wrote in augustines2013-02-14 08:00 pm
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kill it with kindness.
Miss Havim is yelling at Jayden again. Cadence narrows her eyes, watching him lower his head; she's too far to hear what their teacher is saying, but Cadence can guess. It's always some variation on the same thing she berates all her students for, with cheerful blind eyes from the higher-ups in the Program.
If Cadence interferes now, it would only spell more punishments for the both of them. They've long passed the stage where solitary has any effect on them; Cadence can entertain herself fairly easily in her room, without the network, and Jayden needs technology too much as part of his training, so they can't take that from him.
Still, Cadence waits. The next day, when Miss Havim moves to sit, Cadence pulls her chair out from under her, so that she falls to the ground into a heap and the entire class bursts into muffled laughter.
Cadence isn't the only telekinetic, but the trick is her style, so that Miss Havim suspects her immediately.
"Cadence," she says, and Cadence can tell just by that one word that she is livid, though she's struggling to contain it. The class is still snickering, which she knows will piss Miss Havim off to no end, though she won't lower herself to telling them to stop.
"Yes, Miss Havim?" She doesn't glance at Jayden, lest he give something away; he was never as good at hiding his emotions as Cadence was.
"Were you practicing your talents on my chair?" It's a carefully worded trap; Cadence shakes her head, shrugging her shoulders casually.
"No, ma'am."
"Do you know how it suddenly moved, then?"
"Maybe it was farther back than you thought."
Miss Havim purses her lips, almost as if to smile, but it's the furthest thing from a smile Cadence has ever seen.
"Very well. Class!" With one last, venomous glance at Cadence, she turns towards the screen to begin their lesson.
Cadence only smiles.
If Cadence interferes now, it would only spell more punishments for the both of them. They've long passed the stage where solitary has any effect on them; Cadence can entertain herself fairly easily in her room, without the network, and Jayden needs technology too much as part of his training, so they can't take that from him.
Still, Cadence waits. The next day, when Miss Havim moves to sit, Cadence pulls her chair out from under her, so that she falls to the ground into a heap and the entire class bursts into muffled laughter.
Cadence isn't the only telekinetic, but the trick is her style, so that Miss Havim suspects her immediately.
"Cadence," she says, and Cadence can tell just by that one word that she is livid, though she's struggling to contain it. The class is still snickering, which she knows will piss Miss Havim off to no end, though she won't lower herself to telling them to stop.
"Yes, Miss Havim?" She doesn't glance at Jayden, lest he give something away; he was never as good at hiding his emotions as Cadence was.
"Were you practicing your talents on my chair?" It's a carefully worded trap; Cadence shakes her head, shrugging her shoulders casually.
"No, ma'am."
"Do you know how it suddenly moved, then?"
"Maybe it was farther back than you thought."
Miss Havim purses her lips, almost as if to smile, but it's the furthest thing from a smile Cadence has ever seen.
"Very well. Class!" With one last, venomous glance at Cadence, she turns towards the screen to begin their lesson.
Cadence only smiles.