Hey guys, thanks for sticking with the story. I just want to inform everyone of the time line, the story takes place the summer before the movie. So, the story actually takes place in early June.

"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose"

Even if it was summer, today was unexpectedly chilly and damp, it wasn't raining but it was still foggy. The cold air stabbed my lung with each jagged breath I took, but I didn't stop running. I let my legs carry me away from that place, the place where everything was just to perfect, where I couldn't possibly fit in. Maybe once, but not now, not after everything that had happened. I was a stain, a black spot amidst a flawlessly white back ground. The perfect imperfection, a freak.

What else could I possibly be? Who else could make glass explode purely using the power of their mind? Stupid anger, it had gotten the best of me once again. Whenever I got to angry I'd lose control, releasing a wave of power strong enough to knock the socks off of most people. It was weird, whenever I had been angry in the past, especially at a particular person in general, they were usually thrown backwards. Not Pogue, he had somehow managed to stay on his feat.

The real issue is that I had no control over the telekinesis that I had somehow developed on my thirteenth birthday. Not that I spent much time trying to develop it, whenever I tried to control it or use it at all, it would leave me drained and week. My psychic visions on the other hand, I had developed. It was almost like I was more in tuned with the future then I was with the present.

For years I had been plagued with dreams while I was asleep and visions while I was awake, most of which would come true. I had developed enough control to bring certain visions on during the day, but even then my control was limited, only about a two minute window before the vision actually occurred. The clairvoyant dreams, however, were more difficult. Whenever those occurred they could be anywhere from two days to two years from actually happening.

Like the telekinesis, whenever I Used it would drain a little bit of energy. If too much energy was consumed, I could find myself in a coma, or even dead. Hence the inability to move anything with my mind unless it was involuntary, learning control wasn't really worth the consequences.

Not to mention the fact that I was actually scared of what I could do. What kind of person got visions of the future?

Oh, wait, I do.

I found myself at a little park about three miles from Pogue's house, but only down the street from the house I had grown up in. The same park that Eric, my older brother, and Pogue had taken me to all the time during my child hood. I walked by the bench that, all those years ago, Aaron had pushed me off of and to the set of swings that lay beyond. I sat down, using my legs to pump myself, thinking about what I was going to do next.

I couldn't go back, I just couldn't. Not after the incident in the kitchen. Chances were they were happy to get rid of me anyway. Where would I go? Not back to Boston, that's where they found me and the first place they'd look when they realized I wasn't coming back. Maybe back to California. That's where I had spent a small chunk of myself imposed exile before I decided to come back. Back to Boston, the closest I ever ventured to Ipswich.

How would I get there? Well, a bus, that much was obvious. But that required money, money I didn't have on me. If I found a local bar it would be easy enough for me to hustle a couple hundred dollars from some poor unsuspecting chap. That still left the issue of the stupid ankle tracking bracelet, thingy. I'd need a knife or something to cut through the firm plastic, also easily attainable at a bar.

I had everything figured out. Now I just needed to follow through... But as I sat there, I found that I couldn't motivate myself to move. Instead, I couldn't help but think about who I'd be leaving behind if I left.

Aunt Trixi, Uncle Wayne, Caleb, Tyler, Reid and Pogue. Not even twenty four hours since meeting them again and I already felt incredibly connected to them. It sucked, but I had to leave, even If I didn't want to.

And for the second time in less than a day, I cried. Man, I was going soft.

Pogue POV

The look on Cameron's face when I grabbed her arm was one of desperation. She was struggled against my hold, trying to break free. "What?" She demanded, face contorted in pain.

I couldn't stand it, her continuous running attempts. What would happen if she actually managed to get away? I couldn't deal with her leaving again. I couldn't, no, wouldn't lose her. "Why the hell do you keep running?" I found myself yelling at her. "Why can't you just talk to us Cammie? What happened to the younger cousin I know and love?" She uses to be so lively, so energetic. But the young women who stood in front of me was secretive and withdrawn, the polar opposite of the girl I had once known.

"Pogue." Caleb tried to calm me down, using his authoritative voice to remind me who was in charge. I let him speak; maybe he could get something out of her that I couldn't. "Cameron, what's going on? You need to talk to us."

Wrong word choice, because Cammie began struggling even harder against my tight hold. "I don't need to do anything! You wanna know what happened to the little girl you use to know? She's dead. She died that day along with the rest of her family."

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I hadn't been expecting that, I hadn't been expecting that she was still just as emotionally traumatized over her family's death as she was two years ago. It was stupid of me; it wasn't like you could get rid of your grief over night. Even I still had those times where I'd pick up my phone with the pretenses of calling Eric, only to remember I'd never hear his voice again. "Cammie, I know losing them was hard but-"

"No!" She yelled, interrupting me mid sentence. "You don't know anything."

"Then tell me!" I yelled, matching her volume. "Tell me why you're being so secretive, why you left in the first place. You can't keep running away from everything like this. I won't let you."

Cameron looked away from me, anger and frustration obvious based on body language. All of a sudden, two things happened at the exact same time. The arm I had my hand wrapped around suddenly let off a wave of painfully hot heat, reflexively I let go, stepping back as an explosion sounded and all the glass in the kitchen shattered.

Cammie, who had grabbed her head in pain, didn't look as surprised as I would have expected. Who the heck would be stupid enough to Use when she was around? I didn't even sense anything, but whoever it was, they were going to get their ass kicked as soon as the situation allowed.

"What the hell was that?" Reid asked and I barely contained an eye roll. What the heck do you think that was you idiot?

The situation must have caught up with Cammie because, before I had a chance to react, she bolted from the kitchen like the place was on fire. She needed a chance to cool off; I'd give it to her. It wasn't every day someone faced a random explosion. Man, this was going to be a hard one to explain.

"Ok, which one of you asses thought it was a good idea to Use?" I asked, turning around to face my three brothers. I couldn't help but single out Reid, he was the one who Used irrationally. I flashed my eyes black and all the glass pieces fused back to their original shape.

"It wasn't me!" He insisted, slightly insulted that I immediately assumed it was him.

"Then who was it? Because I didn't do it." Caleb input.

"It wasn't me," I said "Tyler, was it you?"

The younger boy looked slightly shocked at the question "No!"

"But if it wasn't Tyler, then who was it?" Reid asked looking at all of us.

"Pogue, are you sure it wasn't you?" Caleb said, shifted unsurely. "You were pretty angry; we all lose control once and a while. It could have been accidental."

"Yeah, well, I mean, I'm pretty sure." If he said it like that, I couldn't deny the possibility. Maybe I did lose control. We've all done it over the years, not so much now that we're older. But it still happen every once and a while. "But when you say it like that…"

"It's ok Pogue," Reid said, grinning mischievously "just because it hasn't happened to any of us since we were what, 13? Doesn't mean we're that much better then you."

"Shut up." I said, grabbing him in a head lock before messing up his beloved hair and shoving him away lightly.

"Where'd Cameron go?" Tyler asked.

"Don't know," Caleb sighed "after Pogue's little outburst she took of pretty fast."

"You guys aren't ever going to let this go, are you?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Not a chance." Reid said smugly

"What the heck are we going to tell Cammie?" Tyler asked "It's not like she didn't notice the massive explosion."

We stood there in silence for a minute, no one really sure what excuse we could use. After a couple of minutes Reid opened his mouth "What about an earthquake?"

"An earthquake?" I couldn't help but stare "An earthquake that just so happened to break glass but not cause any shaking?"

Reid nodded.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

He opened his mouth to retaliate but Tyler cut him off "It's raining, maybe we should go find Cammie before she gets to wet. We'll think of something when we find her."

"You guys don't need to come with me." I told them. Caleb just shook his head.

"We're good. Do you know where she went?"

"I have a pretty good idea."

"I'll drive." Tyler volunteered, pulling his keys out of his pocket and walking out of the door, the three of us following behind.

Cameron POV

It was really stupid. I couldn't stop crying. It's not like I was sobbing. It was just a small, steady stream of tears that simply wouldn't stop no matter how many times I told myself crying wasn't helping. Seriously, what did it do? Alleviate my emotional state? No, it just managed to make me sullen and angry at myself.

Stupid, stupid stressful situation. To make the situation worse, it had started to rain. At least no one could tell I was crying now, not that it really mattered. No one was around. I had been sitting there for about fifteen minutes, trying to convince myself to get up and start moving. It hadn't been going so well. Besides, it was only about noon, there really wasn't any place to go.

I shivered involuntarily as a cold gust of wind blew by. I hugged myself, trying to preserve my heat as my teeth began to chatter. A sudden weight was placed on my shoulders as Pogue draped his leather jacket around me. I quickly wrapped it around myself, looking at my cousin as he sat next to me on his own swing.

We didn't say anything for a while. Instead we just let the small patter of rain keep us company. "Do you remember that time when you were six years old and you got lost in the woods?" He asked me.

I did, I remembered it clearly. My mind flashed back to the time nine years ago when my brother had accidentally forgotten to pick me up from my first day of school.

I had been sitting on the front steps of Wilsons Elementary School for about three hours after school had gotten out. It was my first day; my mother had dropped me off on her way to work with the promise that Erin would pick me up once school got out. He hadn't. I didn't really blame him, due to a mix up in paper work I had started school two weeks later then I should have. My brother was use to walking home by himself. If he could do it, I could too right?

Instead of waiting for someone like I was supposed to if I got lost, I decided to walk home by myself. Besides, I didn't lose them, they lost me! I walked up the street, entering a cross road that wove its way through the woods. I remembered my mommy driving through the woods that morning, so I followed it, walking for what seemed like forever before the road abruptly ended. I was confused, I knew that my mommy had gone through the woods to take me to my new school; maybe the rest of the road was behind the trees.

I entered the woods, walking about 100 feet before noticing there wasn't any other place to go. I turned around, but couldn't remember which way I had come from. I picked a direction at random, running forward to get out of the woods as fast as I could. But I couldn't find my way out. No matter which way I went there were more and more trees. I was getting scared, the sun was setting and I was afraid of the dark.

I sat down at the base of a tree, hugging my knees. The light cotton school uniform I was wearing did little to block out the cold air. Strange sounds began to fill the air. At this point, there was no light left; I didn't know what to do. I sat there for what felt like hours, scare, alone and convinced no one would ever find me.

The sudden rustle of a bush and the snapping of twigs made me scream. "Cammie?" a voice asked.

"Pogue?" I said, unsure if it really was him.

"Oh thank god, Cammie." He ran over to me, picked me up and looked at my ripped clothing and twig infested hair. "You scared us all so badly. Erin panicked when he went back for you and you weren't there. As soon as he realized you were gone he got Caleb, Tyler, Reid and me to help look for you."

"And you found me?" I asked.

"Yeah, I found you." He whispered, pulling me into a hug.

"You saved me Pogue, if you didn't find me, I, I don't know what would have happened!"

"I'm here for you Cammie; I'll always be here for you. I'll always be there to save you. Come on, let's go home." He said, before taking my hand and leading me out of the cold.

"Yeah Pogue. I remember." I whisper, pumping my legs to get the swing in motion once again.

"Do you remember the promise I made you?" I nodded, sticking out my legs to bring the swing to a stop so I could look at him better. "I meant it Cammie, I'll always be here for you."

"Always?" I asked, wiping away a stray tear.

"Always." He clarified, standing up and looking at me. "Come on, let's go home." He said, before taking my hand and leading me out of the cold.