Âť John Young The first time that it happened the young girl thought she was going insane. One minute she had been in her room and the next she was half way across the city in a park that her late grandmother used to take her to when she was younger. It was safe to say...
It took the teenager a lot of willpower not to scream in fright upon hearing the sound of another voice. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she honestly handed expected anyone else to be around the area nor to even be in the park. The odd occasional drunk person past now and again, but actually seeing someone sober was a change. Turning her attention to the male, she frowned slightly, but not out of annoyance. "I know, but I can look after myself." and having overprotective parents can get a bit to claustrophobic. was the part she left out. "Friend? You'd be the first then." 'Friends' weren't something she had considering people thought of her as a freak. Even in school people avoided her like the plague. She had no idea why and never bothered to question it but it did often get lonely. A small smile appeared on her lips at the push of the swing. It was unusual for someone to around her this long and in all honesty, she was enjoying the company. The teenager thought over about whether or not to give out her real name rather than the fake ones she gave out to strangers. However, for some reason she felt comfortable around the male - John. "Fae." In end, she chose to tell him the truth. Nodding her head in reply, she had figured that out a while ago. What normal person was able to teleport, make things float or hear people's thoughts? "She is like us?" Excluding this present moment, Fae had never met any others like her. Fae watched the motion of the leave and even though it looked simple, she was impressed. "The last time I tried to use telekinesis it felt like I was playing dominos." Her parents were not happy at the damage she had caused and she got an earful of shouting that day. The teen opted for not looking into his mind. She tended to prefer getting permission first, but sometimes it was difficult not to see or hear what people were projecting.










