The room was wonderful to say the least. Unlike her room back home, the dorm was spacious and colorful. Rich, wooded floors replaced her memory of shaggy carpets, and sunny wall stood out among her memory beside chipped, white panels. The small house on the bayou was now a thing of the past, here, P.K stood and drank in the warm air, feeling her skin literally glow with excitement. Her roommate had yet to appear, sadly, but perhaps that gave Phoebe a chance to claim the favorable bed. She quickly settled on the one against the wall, allowing her hat and carry on to drop to the floor dramatically before laying back with an audible sigh of relief.

Phoebe let her mind wander, body simply relaxing as she was allowed some time to recuperate after the long journey Images of swirling lights and moonless nights appeared in her head. Thick greenery, smelling of swamp flowers and summer wind. Home. Was she already feeling home sick? Sure, she knew it would come on eventually but right as she settled in? A smile formed at her own weak-will, but her eyes remained shut and her body remained dormant as the fireflies continued to swirl through her head. Memories of warm smiles and brown skin and thick accents faded, no need for them right now. Phoebe knew not to dwindle on the past, as her future was finally in her grasp. No, she had to look forward to classes, and new friends, and new enemies. Of no more lonely lunch times and acceptance.

[i]and of control[/i]

The thought made her open her eyes, and without much resistance her arm rose, reaching for the light fixture above the bed. The bulb, gleaming white-yellow for a moment, flickered as light was forcefully drawn away from the core. It streamed towards her finger tips like dust, feeling warm against her skin, and as she swirled the light around it began to shift. Sharpen and bend without her will. She attempted to control it, clenched her fist to give it physical form and stop it from twisting out of control, but instead it swirled into a mess of colors and sharp edges, and then it vanished with a flash. P.K shut her eyes tightly, after images dotting her eyelids for a mere moment, and then she sat up with a sigh, blonde curls surrounding her pouting face in a messy manner.

And again, she tried. She straightened her position and held her hands up at the fixture, letting the light flicker and then trail down to her finger tips. Warmth filled her, and with a face of pure concentration she let the glow form spirals in the air before her. Gently, gently. She bent the light and it vanished for a moment, then reappeared, and she did the same over the blaring light bulb above and the room was swallowed by shadows for a moment before her hands clenched and the energy once again flashed into oblivion. Frustration set in, then confusion, then a wish to get up and out.

[i]i cant breath[/i]

Whatever she had done wrong was definitely taking its toll, and with a distant look in her eye she rose from the bed, grabbing only her room key and her sunhat before exiting the dorm. P.K felt her messy curls bounce with each quick step she took, but she was much too focused on her burning hand to care. It felt like she had shoved it into a fire, yet there were no sign of burns or red flesh. No, just uncomfortable warmth, and it had begun to travel up her arm, towards her torso to her brain... The sensation made her feel some what queasy, like her chest was full of cotton and her head was buzzing was electricity. She rushed forward, chest slowly beginning to heave as she felt her body beg for fresh air, and she pushed passed people with only small murmurs of 'sorry' to apologize for her rude rushing. And then she was barreling right into a slightly taller, white male.

"[color=fdc68a]Je-sus![/color]" She unknowingly cried out, falling onto her backside. P.K sucked in a deep breath, heaving out a forced sigh, and this continued until she was able to realize the situation and what exactly happened. Her golden eyes turned up to the boy, eyebrows quickly upturning into an apologetic stare,

"[color=fdc68a]O God, I'm so sorry![/color]" She rose with slight difficulty, clutching her burning hand behind her back as she met the boy's eyes, "[color=fdc68a]didn't hurt ya, did I?[/color]"