1. I’m staring at my plump cat, floating there before my eyes. No one had mentioned telekinesis developing as a part of puberty, or that my hands would start to glow with unmistakable magic.
2. I decide to walk to Jill’s house in the dark. It’s probably not my brightest idea given the recent murders, but sitting alone in the dead car with a dead phone makes me feel… almost dead. The wind is cold and crisp. I can hear the crunching of rocks and leaves beneath my feet.
3. I am running down a cobblestone street in London, cold rain bites my face. It's 2am, and everyone knows bad things happen at this time of night. Lightning illuminates a tall hooded figure standing by the subway stairs. I bite my lip. Has he seen me?