Hi there! I'm Pearline, and I like to focus on the balance of life by taking part in certain activities such as yoga or studying at PsyHigh.
I come from the small town of Hillville, where there is no real governing body but we have everything you'd need in a town: gas, fast food, and a high school.
I have transferred from Hillville Alternative Program to PsyHigh to hopefully find my balance. Switching from psychology to psychics didn't seem too difficult, but I'm still apprehensive about the first day of school.

Worked on skill expansion. Moving things around does not upset the flow and balance of the world like I thought. Rather, it eases things up. Despite being practiced by mortals with no abilities, Feng Shui was introduced by psychics, and can be used to tap into the psyche. I wish to read into it tomorrow, should I stumble upon the library. For now, I'll stick to searching for the bathrooms.

To whom it may concern:
Well, hello there. I am Pearline. I mistakenly made it here whilst looking for the bathroom, due to very bad directions (where is it, anyway?), but while I am here jumping up and down (because I do need to pee very badly), I'll take this opportunity to describe my own abilities.
I can look into people's souls. Interesting, huh? No, not really. You don't have to lie to make me feel better. But my eyes start glowing and it sort of looks cool, I guess. Well, it feels cool. Kind of hard to look in the mirror when I'm doing that because all I can see is my aura...
Anyway, I've had to deal with the lamest, most pacifist ability for years while watching others summon flames under the seats of their enemies or pin them to the ground without using their hands. But where abilities fail, I can still punch others in the face.
I guess what I'm saying is, you don't have to love your abilities, but you're stuck with them, and they're part of you. So at least try getting used to them.
Now can one of you point me in the direction of the bathroom
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PS: I like your last names!
PPS: @Hannah Lalonde, what are your abilities?

Welcome to my student-taught class, Dark Spells and Effective Uses. First, let's all give a big thank-you to Dr. Tahity of the Citadel for being the only teacher to volunteer to oversee this class.
*a reserved smattering of applause from half of the students follows*
I know we haven't been able to decide on a good meeting place for this class. Although we are meeting in the Verboten Forest today, our main "headquarters," for lack of a better word, will be Todmorden Hall. Please talk to me if, for some reason, one of your teachers has formed a psychic wall banning you from entering.
Right, ok, let's start with the first lesson, which is actually a teeny-tiny...test. Don't worry, it's nothing for a grade. It's... yeah.
I'm going to evaluate your souls, so sit still and try not to think of anything abnormal, don't touch each other, stuff like that. It won't hurt a bit... well, it might, I don't know.

You all were eligible for this class already, but I was just making sure your auras didn't change at all in the week that you all signed up. Unfortunately, some of you have changed slightly, but not drastically enough that you cannot perform well.
So, your first spell: the misfortune incantation. When cast on the subject, great misfortune will follow for him/her/it. Dr Tahity, would you kindly retrieve the hate mannequin form my chest?
No, the other hate mannequin. I have that reserved for... special reasons. ((Class prank, you know? Yes, that one.)) Tie it up to that tree.
Alright, so this is for practice with dark spells. If we practiced on real people one or more of us get expelled. Here's what you do: 1) think of the subject, in this case the mannequin.
Do that, everybody do this as I explain the instructions.
2) think of how much you hate the subject. Has everyone got that? We're just making sure you know how this feels. Alright, now stop thinking about that. Step three could go very, very badly should you fail.
You want to say the incantation, ᎨᎲᎴ-ᏠᎥ. It's pronounced Gehv-leh-TOHV. Repeat after me: ᎨᎲᎴ-ᏠᎥ. Okay, now I'm going to show you the spell.
"ᎨᎲᎴ-ᏠᎥ!"
*the sound of the mannequin falling from the tree and bouncing on the ground can be heard*
*the sound of an oof from Dr Tahity can also be heard*
Dr. Tahity? Dr Tahity? Are- are you ok? She's ok, right?
Class dismissed.

Oh, my, @Silverfawn has been asking me so many questions! (He/she?) wants me to read (his/her?) soul, but I need (his/her?) PsychicLink. What was that cave @Nobody was looking for, I wonder? I hope I can find it. (He/she?) also asked me if seedlings have souls. I can confirm that seedlings do have souls. Everything that lives has a soul. It's something about universal balance.
Thank you, my little plant friend, for helping me find the bathroom. I should hope that one day, you grow beautiful flowers!
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PS: I apologize for the gender ambiguity, it can be so hard with plants!

@Blach-
You are interested in shadow art? If so, you should join my dark spells class. We meet in the Todmorden Hall. I should hope to see you there sometime!
Shadows are very fun to doodle with, maybe I'll teach a class on that.

What great fun it's been, staying in the background, watching these silly people wear their clothes backwards! The ghosts have informed me that they agree. If they wanted to talk to ghosts so much, they could have just contacted me. I read souls, and pardon me for dropping numbers, but ghosts are 100% soul.
Ah, yes, @Nate Sun, about getting out of there... you just might be doomed. Sorry about that. You can still attend your classes, but you are pretty much stuck a ghost. Whoops.
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This evening's meditations gave way to a shocking turn of events.
Today, I learned how to look inwardly and read my own soul. I figured I'd try it before I went to bed, which is usually when I meditate. I read over my notes very carefully and followed the instructions to the letter. I received no response. I tried again and again, staying up for hours. Frustrated, I contacted my professor, The Ghost of Dr. Howard Shirley, who confirmed my worst fears: I am soulless. I now write in my journal in hopes of putting this restless, soulless body to sleep. What happens when I die? Will I die? How come I still feel emotion? Even The Ghost of Dr. Howard Shirley cannot answer all of my questions.
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A very busy day for me! I visited a very lonely @Kristopher in his dorm today, where we had a dreadfully intelligent discussion on lizards and past lives. However, I made the mistake of wearing baggy clothes to a lizard-infested area, because they like to hide in the folds of your clothes and puke on your dorm carpet. Which reminds me, I should probably get a pet, as I heard they earn extra credit in several animal-communal classes. @Nobody has two cats, I think. I might consult her on that.
Reading the school's archives in search for consolation about life without a soul, I discovered Nobody's writings on the Cave of Souls. I may visit the cave to talk to the souls there. I'll remember to thank Nobody later.
If this is indeed a school that mocks that of the Normals, there must be school dances. Odd school dances, but school dances nonetheless. Maybe @Big Jim would be the one to consult about that?
Oddly enough, I am making friends. I wish I could make more, but just about everyone seems to be in a different dimension.
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