((Okay. I'll start this out. ^^)) Dean watched all the students in his classroom, bored out of his mind. Every day was the same thing: A bunch of students who didn't care filed into one classroom and ignored his lesson plan. It was getting to the point that he was spending his days sitting at his desk and just imagining the things that could happen. There was one fantasy that he always had that involved one of his students. A young girl who sat in the back of the classroom. His class taught people how to handle the abilities that they had that centered around psychic type things. Nothing more and nothing less. This girl had the exact same ability he had, one that was so advanced that it was a shock she was failing the class. Today he planned on making that fantasy a reality as he stood beside her desk and said, "Can you please stay after class today? We need to have a talk about your grades."