[ WP ] You 're a telepath and use the power to cheat on exams . One day you can hear the voice of the new teacher echoing in your head 'NO CHEATING IN MY CLASSROOM ! '

My head flew up from my paper so hard I thought my neck would snap. Her stone gray eyes bored angrily into mine and I felt my mind reeling as she tore into me telepathically. 
 
 `` *Oh shit. *'' Was the only clear thought I had as she stood from her desk and made her way to mine. The vicious mental assault had abated, but I felt the frigid anger of her mind still exerting enough pressure on my own to make me forget to breathe. 
 
 `` *How often do you do this*.'' It was not a question really, she could see the answer already I was sure. Her face was so close to mine I could see her pupils dilating behind her reading glasses. I noted that she smelled nice and I received a mental reprimand for that too. 
 
 `` *N-not often, usually when I do n't have time to study. *'' I felt a lancet of pain inside my head as Ms. Glen dug for the information. She seemed satisfied and she leaned away from me. 
 
 Absently I realized how odd this must look to my classmates, but when I looked around the room they were all ignoring us. 
 
 `` *What the fuck? *'' I touched Kimberly, the girl who sat in the desk beside me. She did n't even avert her eyes from her exam. 
 
 Fear coursed into my mind as realization dawned on me, and my eyes again met the steel of my new history teacher's. She smiled at me knowingly, of course she saw the exact moment I knew she was controlling the minds of the entire classroom. 
 
 Slowly, and while increasing the pressure on the inside of my skull, she bent back down, her face inches from mine. 
 
 `` *Do not cheat in my classroom again. *'' 
 
 All I could do was nod and she stood back up, seemingly satisfied. She turned around and made her way back to the desk but paused a few rows ahead of mine. 
 
 `` *Jason, why do n't you have time to study? *'' 
 
 Embarrassment flooded me as I allowed her access to the memories of my little brother Simon being born, and my drunk dad leaving us when I was ten and he was four. The images of me working three jobs while I was in high school to help my mom pay the bills, of our car accident because I was speeding trying to get her to work. Of my mother dying in the emergency room. The funeral was next, and then my brother's graduation from elementary school. Flashes of me trying to study were fleeting and far between, but I really did try. 
 
 By this time tears were freely flowing down my face as I stared at the back of her head. The last images I allowed her were of me working at the grocery store after my classes, and UPS in the morning before them. Of me and Simon curled up on our futon, in our little apartment, watching Netflix on an old laptop, of us eating ramen in our pajamas, and of the two us visiting mom on Sundays. 
 
 Ms. Glen touched my mind gently, the frozen rage from earlier completely gone, and replaced by a softly glowing yellow warmth. She did n't say anything as she moved back to her desk, and she only met my eyes briefly. Her expression had been unreadable. I thanked her for keeping the students' attention off of me and I attempted to calm myself down. 
 
 Only to be reminded of the exam in front of me, that I was in no way prepared for. Dismay set in as I realized there was no way I was going to pass this test, and subsequently the class, unless I took on a load of extra credit. Which I had zero time to do. 
 
 Tears began to form in the corners of my eyes and I thought my panic was causing me to telepathically hallucinate when images and excerpts from textbooks began appearing inside my head. 
 
 It took a moment to understand that Ms. Glen was feeding me information, not necessarily the answers, but she was definitely giving me hints. Gratitude flowed through me and she accepted it with extreme reservation. She was very conflicted over what she was doing, and she allowed me to see this as she flashed a section of Machiavelli's *The Prince*. 
 
 
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 I waited until everyone had left. My exam had been done a long time ago, but I wanted to actually talk to Ms. Glen. 
 
 She of course sensed this and had already set aside the exams and was sipping a cup of tea when I approached her desk. 
 
 `` Thank you, again, you really did n't have to. But I would be a liar if I said I did n't appreciate it.'' 
 
 A tiny smile flitted across her features and she sipped her tea again. 
 
 `` I know I did n't, and I know you do.'' Her real voice was much softer than her mental one and it startled me a little. It was enough to make her laugh a small chime of a noise and give me a genuine smile. 
 
 `` Jason.'' She had become very serious, and while her voice was much more soothing, it still held a knife's edge. `` I in no way condone cheating, but I understand and sympathize with your reasons.'' 
 
 I moved to speak and she held a hand up to stop me. 
 
 `` So, in light of your situation I have decided to offer you private tutoring.'' 
 
 `` But, you know I do n't have any time to study as it is. And I mean it is n't just that I do n't have any time to study for this class, I have no time to study for *any* of them.'' I hung my head, I was n't proud of it, but cheating was unfortunately necessary if I wanted to graduate college and build a better life for Simon. And myself. 
 
 `` I'm capable of helping you with whatever you need.'' Skepticism flitted across my mind before I was bombarded with a wealth of information. She assaulted me with images from direct photocopies of the inside of anthropology textbooks, to detailed anatomical drawings, mathematical equations, and a delicious looking recipe for a chocolate cheesecake. 
 
 Through all of this she had been calmly alternating between sipping her tea, and inspecting her long lavender fingernails. 
 
 `` Also, I know you do n't have the time to study, that's why I would tutor you telepathically. At an arranged time when you can dedicate a small bit of concentration of course.'' Her eyes bored into me as she continued to drink her tea. 
 
 `` But that's impossible Ms. Glen, the distance itself would be impossible. I mean, I ca n't even see past this room.'' She laughed, and I do n't mean a short chuckle, I mean she full blown spat tea laughed at me. 
 
 After about five minutes of hysterical giggling she wiped tears from her eyes and caught her breath. Her cheeks and neck were flushed and the tears had left streaks in her makeup. She turned to me, finally managing to gather herself enough to speak with me. 
 
 `` Does tomorrow at seven-thirty work for you?'' 
 
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