Poltergirl: Fantasy

"Poltergirl!" she screamed, sweeping through the room in torrent of tossed schoolbooks, whipped up sheets, and hurled soap. The candles didn't so much as flicker as she passed. At Madame Sherilyn's Academy for Young Poltergeists, fire was one of the more carefully guarded things. All the pupils signed waivers, of course, and their parents were usually so pleased to have them out of the house that they didn't ask further questions. It took only one drawer of knives flying through the air and embedding themselves beside your head to make you entirely willing to risk drastic measures in order to regain normality. "Polter-boring," whispered Maura, tucking her head under her sheets.

Inspiration: misreading "poltergeist" as "poltergirl"
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Cute setting, though.