Courtney

"Hurry, hurry", I heard Noah yelling as I ran towards him with the greatest amount of force I could put my legs through. I can sense that something is chasing me in the wind, but I don't know what it is.

The door is almost to me, so close I can almost touch it. I reached out my hand trying to get to it faster, and Noah grabbed it and pulled me through the doorway. "Damn Courtney, you've got some legs! What were you doing out there anyways? You know people from the academy are probably looking for us." "I couldn't sleep", I implied, "so I went for a walk."

Noah sighed and sat down on a crate that was in the tool shed we were staying in and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What?" I asked sounding confused. He looked up a little angry, "What do you mean what? You could have gotten yourself killed by going out for you 'little' walk. If you would have died what would I do Courtney? What would I do huh? Go back to Paris, Texas to our wonderful academy of fine arts?" I stared at him in disbelief. I've never seen him this mad at me before, but I stayed quite knowing he was right and took a deep breath before I dared to speak, "I know I should have told you," I walked over to him to give him a hug of apology. He accepted my hug and I also told him sorry with my voice, so maybe he could tell just how sorry I really was. When he pulled away from the hug I felt a shiver go down my spine. He locked the door and laid down on his blanket, "good night." "good night", I responded laying down on my sleeping bag thinking about why we ran away from Paris Academy of Magic Arts in the first place.

Okay, we didn't really run away, we just kind of never returned to Paris from Washington from our Thanksgiving break. I suppose you would want to know why we left in the first place. Noah and I are best friends and if we returned they would have sent me all the way to Maine because I have gotten into a little trouble at school, and apparently they think if they separated us well both stop getting into fights, skipping class (see how that's not plural?), yelling Jesus across campus, stuff like that. On the second to last night of break we came up with a plan to leave P.A.M.A, we decided it wouldn't be fair for us to be separated because we know how to have a good time. Thinking of Noah makes me smile for some reason, I haven't figured it out why yet. Maybe its his shoulder length black shaggy hair or his eight pack or his incredible smile…I quickly pushed all those wonderful thoughts out of my head because I know he'll never feel the same way about me. I stare at the ceiling trying to fall asleep thinking about out powers we received four months ago right before Halloween.

I have the power to move objects with my mind. My teachers call it mind control, but I think that sounds lame and like I can control someone's mind (which would be so cool!) but that power hasn't been discovered yet, so I just call it mind bending. Noah can levitate and freeze objects, I might be starting to get the power to change heat into electrical energy, but I'm not sure at the moment.