This is the second story in my series. For more detailed knowledge into my 'power' please read the first story "Being Rachel". I really would appreciate any comments or ideas.
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"I have this power and I'm not sure how I can describe it. It's almost like I can leap into people's bodies, wherever they are, whoever they are, and control them. I can make them do whatever I like. I can feel what they feel, see what they see. I almost become them. And the best part? They won't remember a thing."
I stared down at the books open on my desk desperately trying to memorise the words printed on the page, but it was no use. You see, I had my final exam in less than 7 hours and I hadn't exactly been studying very hard. I really wanted to finish my first year of uni without using my power to cheat. The problem was I spent half of the last year partying. To be honest I was pretty surprised there was anyone to party with, seeing as all of my mates were cooped up in their rooms surrounded by books to study from. I glanced back down at the page below me. The words danced across the page making crazy patterns; probably because of the magic mushrooms we took last night (though I had a strange nagging feeling that it was probably only an hour or so ago we took the drugs, seeing as shrooms can mess up your sense of time) My phone buzzed. It was a text from Mark.
Mark was this really fit guy in my class, who I somehow convinced to come to my shroom party. "I hope Im not late for the party! Do you mind if Rachel comes to?" the message said. I scowled, "Fucking Rachel" I thought to myself, "since when were they together. Doesn't he know I gave her chlamydia." I laughed at my own wording. Technically, I didn't give it to her, some random stranger did when I was in control of her last time. Well maybe I could have a little fun with Rachel tonight. I grinned evilly to myself "Sure, why not?" I replied and opened the door to the lounge.
As I had thought, it wasn't really 7 hours to my exam, and the 'party' was still in full swing. It wasn't really much of a party, just a load of spaced out people 'dancing', vomiting and having sex on the floor. I have to admit it, I was feeling rather turned on by all this. Suddenly the doorbell rang. I burst out laughing, since when did the doorbell sound so hilarious. I giggled to myself that it was probably the shrooms again. I opened the door to see Mark and Rachel standing outside. "That was quick!" I wondered, naturally blaming the drugs again. Mark was looking handsome as ever but surprisingly, Rachel looked kinda reserved, for a whore that is.
"Hey" I greeted them sounding surprisingly cheery.
"Hey yourself'" Mark replied with a heart warming smile. I glanced over to see Rachel scowling at mSe. She looked peculiar, I reckon the shrooms were making me hallucinate because her hair was a vivid, migraine inducing shade of orange. She bounded over to me with her fake smile and gave me a fake hug. "What do you think of my hair? I got it dyed especially for the party!" she gushed in a fake friendly voice. Looks like it wasn't the mushrooms after all, I should probably have some more. I led them into the living room and offered them some stalks. We all took them and stood waiting for the effects to take place while crazy, drugged people wearing tea towels for hats danced the Macarena behind us.
