Let's All Just Blindfold The Poor, We Must Remind Them What's In Store

Through The Years

Charlie Morris discovered his powers when he was three years old. So, he didn't really discover them, but his parents did.

They lived in a small apartment, just big enough for one bed. Charlie's mother had been sick all three years that charlie had been alive, and she spent her time at home with him.

She held him tight, she stroked his curls and kissed his forehead, like any mother should. She would slowly stand from her bed, legs shaking, and attempt to put together food. He would jump on the bed, and she would pass down what she knew to him as he frequently impressed her with how fast he could learn.

One time, he was bouncing, not noticing how she was leaning against the counter attempting to steady herself. The window was open, lightly blowing the autumn breeze through Charlie's hair. Leaves were flowing in through the window, and Charlie all but poked them as they came near his face, causing them to go against the wind, and back out the window. he entertained himself like this for almost ten minutes, giggling as he watched the leaves come close, and float away.

He couldn't hear his mother's heavy breathing, He didn't hear her shift over to look at him, or walk towards him. But he could hear her gasp at what he was doing.

At this though, he giggled more. "Mama look!" he said, reaching out to touch a leaf, before his mother lunged forward and grabbed him off of the bed.

"Don't do that." She whispered, harsher then intended as she held him tight to her chest. There was a slight pause before the toddler relaxed and asked, "why?"

Her knees buckled. She sunk to the floor holding him as tight as she could. Then relaxing because she didn't want to hurt him, she would never forgive himself. But she tightened up again nonetheless. What if his breath was dangerous, what could he possibly do with the air that he easily controls? Can he control air? Would he hurt me if I asked? No, he just a child but.. how do I explain this to him? Her head was racing so fast, she didn't feel the tears fall off of her face and into his golden hair. Why my family?

"Mama?" He hugged her just as tight as she was holding him. "You otay?"

"Lets go to bed dear." She whispered, glancing out into the bright day. He did as he was told, pulling away from his mother and lifting himself on to the mattress. His mother got up, and went to close the widow. Just as her fingertips brushed the frame, a leaf flew in, and Charlie watched it hit the floor.

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Jack Kelly was seven years old when he realized he had powers. It was two years after his mother died, and things in his house weren't getting much better. He was incredibly old for a seven year old; looking after himself, fighting on the streets, begging for money, and then coming home to the smell of alcohol and smoke. his head has been buzzing all year, his hands restless and his feet airy, like he didn't have them anymore. He didn't understand this. And at first, he didn't understand where his mom was, why his dad was acting different, why he'd seen kids get dragged out of their homes. Whenever he didn't know, he would go to Francis. Francis was 17, a lanky kid. He smoked with their dad and smashed empty beer bottles against his wall when he got bored. Jack would knock on his door, getting only a grunt in response.

"Franis?" He said, pushing the door open. Jack had never been able to say his name right. "Da kid next door? Some guy came an dragged him outta his place."

Francis took a drag. He knew this conversation was gonna happen eventually, but why now? He puffed out smoke.

When Jack didn't get a response, he continued with slight pain in his voice. "Why? Where'd he go?"

Fran patted his bed. "c'mere kid."

Jack inched towards his tall brother, who looked ancient to him with his deep eye bags, and ripped up shirt and dirty hair. He sat on the bed, not being able to stop shifting. The boys listened to the bed creak. It felt like 100 years had passed.