Luis approached the janitor before he closed himself away in the storage closet. “Hey excuse me Mister.”
“Yes?” the janitor asked.
“Might be a dumb request. Can I have a garbage bag?” Luis asked.
“Is this what you kids are really into these days?” the janitor asked. “Eh whatever, I will give you one for the sake of it.”
“Thanks,” Luis said as the janitor took out a brand-new clean garbage bag and gave it to him. Luis headed to class, while tying the garbage bag by the waist of his jeans along with the handle of his backpack, that way all the objects he telepathically collects by accidents, gets in there potentially. Luckily, he did not have to get a garbage bag from the men’s washroom which would have been disgusting and unsanitary.
He quickly sat down on the seat that Veronica and Allison saved for him, as class literally started a mere second later as he sat and got his notes and binder out for Advanced Functions class. Luis seemed normal out of the five, except for his uncontrollable telepathic hidden arsenal ability. Veronica’s coldness and ice began to slowly evolve around the front of the classroom, with some students noticing the cold sensation in the room.
The Trinity Guys sat next to each other, near Veronica and began to shiver, as they put their hoodies or spring jackets back on. Sam spoke to Tom and his other friend James; “Why is the room suddenly so cold, did they cranck up the AC too high?”
Veronica felt concerned that her coldness was beginning to spread throughout the classroom, despite wearing sheep wool socks, with another 2 layers of socks along with it, while also wearing full on pants and shirt with a thick hoodie to it. She was beginning to shiver as the class proceeded. Allison looked at her as the teacher was writing out new equations on the whiteboard.
“Could you imagine the room being hotter?” Veronica asked Allison, going with Aiden’s backup idea of it.
Allison nodded and started to imagine heat coming in, which eventually started to work, but her mind was still having thoughts of atoms, cookie crumbles, desert sand particles, so tiny that it was not visible. Her mind was beginning to confuse her, since she had to think more than 3 to 4 thoughts at the same time, to be able to get through class with her powers or abilities. The room temperature was steadily increasing due to her imagination of people sweating or a heat stroke occurring.
Mrs. Jones finished writing about x intercept relationships, displaying the difference between a linear, quadratic, and cubic relationship, of how many x intercepts can be found in each of those equations, alongside with its x and y asymptotes. As the class went to get their pencil cases out, they were missing all of their lead pencils and even pens too. The class got stumped by this, except for the students who were writing on their electronic iPads or Microsoft Surface Books, since they still had their pro or stylus touch pens with them. The students began to mutter and murmur some comments of losing their pens and pencils suddenly. Luis knew that it was him, the garbage bag of his, that was attached to his waist and backpack began to get full. At least the garbage bag idea worked, he thought but unfortunately, he was taking everyone is pencils and pens unknowingly, disrupting the entire class.
“What is going on?” Mrs. Jones spoke out loud to the class as she heard them murmuring about their pencils and pens.
“We lost our pencils and pens suddenly!” James said out loud.
“Oh really?” Mrs. Jones said. She pointed out at some students who still had pencils and pens, luckily half of the class did not lose their pens or pencils. “They still have it, what’s your excuse then?”
The students sighed and began to watch the lectures, while the other ones on their electronic devices bragged and mocked those who lost their pencils and pens. The lesson continued as Sandra, who was twirling with her curly blonde hair while wearing her Helvetica Bold type of glasses, her eyesight was above average except she was sitting at the far end of the class this time. She was studying ahead of Mrs. Jones and the entire class, as the lecture progressed on, she held an outline of the course with the textbook by the side, while swiftly writing notes about 3 sections ahead of the teacher.
“Can someone explain how to find the horizontal asymptotes?” Mrs. Jones spoke up and looked around, seeing no one be able to answer. Allison wanted to answer badly, but if she did so, it would cause her train of thought to be intervened and then her imagination would come to life. Mrs. Jones witnessed Sandra reading through the textbook and notes swiftly. “Sandra, can you answer that for the class?”
“Certainly,” she spoke aloud, adjusting her glasses, to be able to see the question on the board, since she did not catch what the teacher was saying. “If the degree as in the exponent power of denominator is bigger than the numerator’s degree of power, thus the horizontal asymptote would be y = 0 within the x axis. But if there is no horizontal asymptote, that can be defined if the degree power of the numerator is bigger than the denominators.”
“Splendid job Sandra!” Mrs. Jones said appreciatively to her.
The class looked at her confusingly, they were already lost in the entire course except for Allison and maybe a couple more others. The Trinity guys looked at each other in embarrassment as the class continued, they were still utterly confused but out of the trio, Tom started to understand what was going on after Sandra answered Mrs. Jones in class. The class continued as the students began to focus
