[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=A5E0B9]W H I T N E Y  C A R T E R:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Tuesday, August 22[SUP]ST[/SUP] - 10:33 AM | Santa Celia[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Whitney sat down and began to breathe deeply. She hated having anxiety attacks in front of people. Especially since it was a lot of people that usually caused the anxiety attacks. If she was in class answering questions, she was fine. If it was a small party, she would blend in, but otherwise would be fine. Being the target of so many people always made her feel pressured. Had she been alone, she knew she would have had a panic attack and probably dropped to the ground in the fetal position. She was lucky Aiden and Chester were there, for what it's worth.

As she took some breaths and let the boys talk, she gathered her own thoughts to what transpired. Aiden mentioned having that tingly feeling especially around her. She had to chuckle at that thought. It made her feel better to find some humor in their situation. But still, she tried to remember that tingly feeling. She remembered when she drank the punch she felt the tingle, but she assumed it was the drug. She didn't feel that tingle until she stepped outside the hospital.

[color=A5E0B9]"Nothing strange has happened to me, as far as I know. This tingly sensation you mention, I feel it too, but I feel it only when I'm outside. Like now, I can kind of feel it. I assumed it was because of that discharge. In fact, ever since that I felt it more."[/color]

Whitney closed her eyes again and let the sun hit her. She felt insanely better being in sunlight. She felt the ground below her. She tried to think of happier thoughts. Her mother always told her to think of a picture that made her happy. She remembered one she took. It was a field of white flowers. The sun lit them up and the shadow work was some of her best. She still had that photo.

She felt a small tickle on her toes, but she ignored it. Probably a bug. Then another. And then another. She looked down, and she let out a small gasp.

White flowers began sprouting from the ground in front of her. They continued to grow and grow. Bigger than the flowers in her picture. She felt like the flowers were responding to her thoughts. Responding to her! She swallowed and stopped thinking. The flowers immediately stopped growing. She reached out and felt them. They were real.

She looked around. Had she just done that? That wasn't natural.

She looked at the two boys to gauge their reaction. She couldn't quite put it together herself. [color=A5E0B9]"Ok, what the actual hell is going on?"[/color]