This is impossible. Simply impossible. Sitting before you plainly on your desk is your midterm report. Contrary to what you had expected, the sheet is covered end to end in positive marks and grades. You'd received an A; far higher than your last semester's grade. Somehow you had managed to improve without dedicating even an extra second to out of class study. All you had for help was Aly's occasional guidance.
You whip out your phone, eager to let her know your accomplishment. Sliding slily under the worn piece of wood you call your desk, you start to type a message when a booming voice echoes within your skull.
"Put away the phone, hot-shot. It's against school rules," bellows Aly's voice.
"Woah, you can talk to my mind?" you think to yourself.
"Adam, after all you've learned, you're honestly surprised?"
"Hmm, I guess I shouldn't be..."
"Believe me, I have more powers than I care to explain. Now then, from what I can tell, you did extremely well on your midterm, no?"
"Hell yeah I did! It's an A! I couldn't have done without your help," you flatter through your teeth.
"You know, you really shouldn't lie to someone who can read you mind. I could tell how fake that compliment was. But thanks, I know you mean well."
"Ah, um, yeah..."
"Now then, I believe you do deserve a reward for this, no? As I said earlier, since you did so well, I'll let you direct the use of my powers for a bit. Just say it and it'll be done."
"Wait, anything? That's sort of vague..."
"Listen, just name something and I'll tell you if it's doable, okay? Now go find something."
Taking heed of her advice, your eyes survey your surroundings for potential fun. Being that you're still in class, this leaves you somewhat limited. There are only two people you see that you feel like messing around with. The first is your teacher, the 43 year old Ms. Fraiser. She's a strict woman, dressed in a loose white blouse and long skirt that does nothing to show off her figure. A figure that, despite a bit of sagging, could be rather enticing in the right outfits.
The second option was a nerdy girl sitting to your left. She was a junior like yourself named Jessica Tomoko. From what you'd gathered through the grapevine, she was the child of two Japanese immigrants. Despite her western name, she was very much tied to her family's culture. Combined with her thin, unfeminine frame, Jessica was an unpopular girl.
Looking the two over one last time, you spoke to the voice inside your head once more.
"Alright Aly, I got it."
"Ha, you don't even need to say it. I can already tell that you want..."
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