Feeling foolish

She shrugged one shoulder, doing a good job of seeming uncaring. "Not their fault, I guess. If I saw some girl who'd stopped eating, sleeping and who'd already been going on about she could jump off buildings and be alright, I'd call bull if she'd said she had powers too." She could most definitely understand why they hadn't believed her, but that didn't make her less mad at them...

"I duplicate myself. They drugged me, and apparently I started doing this." She held up her hands, splitting them into twos and threes; her head was doing the same, each copy grinning at the hazy memory of the nurse's scream. "Then they believed me. What are your powers?"

"No, that's sweet." She grinned, glancing out the grimy window to see if it had effected anyone else. "Can you concentrate it? How far can it reach?" This girl's power, while still odd, was less so then any of the other one's she'd seen - and more awesome, for that matter.

"About two hours. See this backpack?" She held the ragged purple and silver thing up, having to use both arms; she wasn't exactly built at the moment. "It contains all my worldly posessions. It is very heavy and I wish I didn't have to carry it everywhere." She frowned, heaving it back onto the floor with a thump. "How long have you been here?"

"I have a question." She announced out of nowhere, standing up and walking to the blackboard. "Do lots of people with powers have, like, all dead families?" She realized with a twinge of remorse that Danica might have dead relatives, but it was too late to take it back now, so she went on. "I mean, there's a whole lot of people - you ask 'em about their families, and they get all sad and quiet and 'oh they're all dead'. Are powers more likely to develop in a stressful environment or something?" A pause, and she laughed bitterly. "If this is like, powers 101 stuff, sorry. I'm kinda lost here."

She nodded, glancing over at her backpack. She didn't actually know where the dorms were; that would be fun. "I'll do it as soon as I'm done in the hospital wing." She was talking in a conversational tone, but she was almost speaking to herself, telling herself so she wouldn't forget.

She let out a sigh of relief at the girl's validation of her suspicions, grinning slightly. "Maybe they're just trying to fit in. I mean, I was trying to get directions from a girl on the lawn, and she was practically falling over herself trying to find a way to talk about her dead sister and her abusive dad and car crashes and on and on and on. Which'd be sad - if it sounded even slightly true. I'm surprised she didn't throw in an evil stepmother to boot."

A pause, and then, to be honest - "my parents were apparently abusive, but it's not like I go into tears everytime I think about it. I was in the system for six years and only one caregiver was actually mean to me, out of about fourteen different families. A few of them used to send me letters now and then..." She grinned, picking up a dusty peice of chalk and swiping it against the blackboard curiously before setting it back down again. "So you got your power from your Grandma, huh? Do your parents have any, or can it skip generations?"