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Location: Collins House
Interacting With: Katalina Hargrave([@kittyluna45])[/center]
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Charlie had had an interesting past few days, to say the least. The night of the eclipse, he remembered staring up at the sky from his rooftop, mesmerized. He felt something weird, but he shrugged it off. And then, the migraine hit. Excruciatingly painful, the kind of pain that makes your vision blur. Charlie had scrambled back into his room, where he promptly passed out on his bed.

He'd awoken the next morning, his brain fuzzy. He'd gotten dressed, ignoring the dull ache in his brain from the migraine that had plagued him the night before, and gone to school, where things had started to take a turn. He'd been in Politics, bored out of his mind and having an intense staring contest with his pencil, when it suddenly rolled off his desk. He'd grabbed it and continued the contest he was having when all of a sudden, the pencil flew across the room. Luckily, no one had noticed, and Charlie got up to grab it. 

Now, Charlie had always been a wannabe super hero. I mean who hasn't? But Charlie was well versed in how super powers manifested, and he was starting to think that he might have caught a case of the telekinesis, a thought that filled the teenager with fascination. He'd drifted through the rest of the day, anticipating a practice session that he'd already planned for when he got home. And practice he did.

When he got home he scattered a plethora of small objects on his desk, a paper clip, a marble, a pencil, and a pin. He explored the limits to his powers, finding that the paper clip was the easiest to lift, and that after too much use, the power shut off. All in all, he went to sleep that night, confident and rather happy. He was a super hero now after all.

The next day had been decidedly worse. The memorial assembly had dampened his mood, and rightfully so. He remembered the days when John Jackson roamed free. The town was constantly on edge, fearful that they might be next. It had been a tough time. And then, Rachel Lewis' body had been found. And that was even worse. He'd decided to skip the party at the Wilcox's lodge after the grim discovery, instead spending the night at home, practicing.

And then he had awoken this morning to hear that a bunch of his friends had landed themselves in the clinic. He had no idea what had happened and he very much wanted to so, he went to one of the few people that he figured definitely wouldn't lie to him. Katalina Hargrave, fellow nerd. He shot her a text, in hopes that it would be met with a quick response.

[quote]To: Kata
[color=deepskyblue]hey, what the hell happened last night??? i wake up and all of the sudden, half the senior class is at the clinic.[/color][/quote]