"On a very easily forgiven girl."

Was that too complicated?

Classes were letting out as Megan entered the hallway. Her teacher was already waiting near the bathroom, looking very "disappointed" in a way that non-idiots would call "passionately angry."

Megan didn't hesitate. "Sorry, it's been a rough day."

The teacher became almost calm, except for possibly being ashamed of her earlier anger. "No worries, dear, hang in there!"

Then she walked away.

Ha! Easy! Megan needed to think of some cooler powers than "easily forgiven," but first she needed her bag back.

The bitch brigade wasn't very bright. They probably put it in the boys' locker room, like last time.

Megan briefly had the thought that she should be a little more careful about going mad with power, but she had the damn power! Boys were changing for gym class and Megan got a good look at a few. "SORRY GUYS, SO SORRY, JUST GRABBING MY BAG!" The boys covered up and looked ashamed, but they let Megan fetch her wet and dirty bag from the floor of the shower.

Unfortunately for Megan, this is where she discovered the limits of "forgiveness."