A bit of

Matt hadn't had the easiest time in high school. Far from being athletic, he had been persecuted by the jocks. Far from being a book worm he had been rejected by the nerds. Far from being the brightest in the class, he had been ridiculed by the teachers. He wasn't the cutest, the ugliest, or the coolest. He seemed to be doomed to mediocrity.

As they rode to school, Matt jumped from his mind to his sister's watching Lily for any sign of realization that something strange was happening. Usually having a twin would have gained him a bit of popularity, but unfortunately there was another set of twins in his grade, and these were both girls, one at the top of their class, the other a star on the girls' softball team. Matt stewed at the injustice of it all, not really paying attention to his jumps, his anger growing every minute, whether he was inside his own mind or Lily's.

Then Lily hit the back of his seat, making their mom jump, startled. "What's that for?" she demanded.

"I... I don't know," Lily stammered, confused. "I'm just so angry!"

"Well, you better calm down," was the only reply as their mom focused on the road again.

Matt sat there, stunned. He had thought about hitting the seat when he was inside his sister's mind, and apparently that desire stuck with her after he had left. Looking over at his mom in the driver's seat, he reached up and lowered the visor so he could look in the mirror. There was more exploration to be had here.

He jumped back into Lily's mind, thinking "I really need to pick my nose," before jumping back. The moment he looked into the mirror, he could see Lily's finger unabashedly digging into her pert little nose, and Matt snorted laughter.

"It's not nice to laugh at your sister," their mom said, glancing over, "and Lily, please stop picking your nose."

"Mom, it felt like a bug crawled in there," she explained, still picking.

Matt jumped back into his sister's mind, allowing her to pull her finger out of her nostril. They were at a stop sign, and he took the risk of jumping into his mom's mind. "McDonalds would be a good treat this morning," he thought, then jumped back into his own, wondering if the suggestion would stick. They drove on, Matt on the edge of his mental seat, until they saw the golden arches. Suddenly the car lurched across three lanes of traffic, swerving in front of a semi to dart into the McDonald's parking lot.

"Who wants McDonalds?" she asked, pulling into the drive-thru. "My treat."

"We ate before we left, remember?" Lily protested, obviously startled by the move and shaken by the near accident. Matt felt the same - he had no idea that a simple suggestion would be so strong.

"Yeah, but I thought it would be a nice treat," their mom replied, looking as if she had completely forgotten she had made breakfast before they left.

"Sure, I'll take something," Matt said, and a look of relief washed over their mom's face. She smiled as she pulled up to the speaker, not even asking Matt what he wanted. Numbly he ate the food as his mom drove the rest of the way to the school, an idea percolating in his brain. With the ability to take over someone's body, combined with the ability to make irresistible suggestions. it provided the perfect vehicle to exact **** on the years of torment he had gone through.