Okay, so I know that I've been gone for awhile and I'm sorry. But I'm back now! I don't have the latest chapter typed up yet, but I'm working on it today, since I'm not feeling well. This series is for little snippets into the life of Dexter, Freakazoid, Charlotte and company. So tell me what you think of my first one.

Telekinesis

.:You're not like other girls:.

Charlotte knew something was up when Steff's drink kept exploding at lunch whenever the blond made her angry. The milk cartons, or whatever she was drinking at the time, would simply explode as soon as Steff sat at her table with her friends, covering them all in said drink.

Soon afterwards, light bulbs would start breaking for no reason depending on her mood. Lockers would fly open and slam shut, books and things would get thrown around when no one touched them. The students were beginning to think that the school was haunted.

Yet all of these incidents occurred when Charlotte was around, and she noticed this.

After explaining what had been going on to Roddy, he diagnosed the problem as telekinesis and offered to teach Charlotte how to use and control it. Needless to say, she eagerly accepted the offer.

Which brings us to where Charlotte was now. In the park, dressed as Darkness, a brick in front of her with Roddy and Freakazoid close by. She sat with her legs crossed, listening to Roddy as he spoke.

"All is peace, all is calm. Within the silence of yourself, reach out with your mind and raise up the brick."

She took in a deep breath, concentrating on raising the brick.

And she did raise it.

...Before it threw itself into her skull.

"ACK!" she grabbed her head in pain, falling backwards into the grass. "Damnit!"

"Lass, are ye alright?" Roddy asked, concern in his voice. He knew that, unlike Freakazoid, Charlotte's mind was probably her greatest weapon, and not just for telekinesis.

Charlotte sat back up, still clutching her head. Anger and frustration shone in her now red and white speckled eyes, which were narrowed to glare at the brick. A sneer was set firmly on her magenta lips, a growl tearing itself from her throat. "That's the fifth time in a friggin' row!"

Freakazoid, unlike Roddy who was showing concern for Charlotte, was laughing.

The reason for this was because when Roddy told Charlotte about Freakazoid learning telekinesis, before she developed the powers herself, she laughed and teased him about hitting himself in the head thirty-seven times with a brick.

Karma was sweet.

"Keep trying, Darkness! You'll probably get it after you hit yourself thirty-two more times! Don't worry about the brain damage! After all, telekinesis is a useful skill!" he mocked.

In his head, Dexter was beginning to wonder if Freakazoid had brain damage. He should have known that Charlotte wasn't the kind of person to take that laying down.

Charlotte was visibly angered by this comment. Slowly, she got to her feet, unnoticed by the oblivious Freakazoid. Then, just as slowly, the brick rose until it reached her shoulders.

"ACK!"

Roddy winced as the brick made contact with the blue skinned male's head, effectively knocking him to the ground.

"Hmm...You're right, telekinesis is a useful skill."

Karma was indeed sweet.

.:You're not like other superheroes:.

So that's it for now. What did you all think? Do I write better in first person, or third person? Review please!