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You're Abraham Thomson Ackerman, a seventeen year old teenager who used to live out in a country town where anyone knows everyone. A town just out from the west coast and a four hour drive south of the Big Apple of America. A rural town a best, a degenerate shit hole at worst. You spent the last day in your hometown doing anything /but/ what you were supposed to do. If there's anything you hate more than packing, it's 'goodbyes'. Today you're moving to New York City where you'll live in a dorm at the High School you’re transferring to for your last senior year and a half. Transferring before the second term isn’t the best decision, but it’s your only option. Why are you moving there alone? Family problems that you frankly don't care to get into. It's a mess filled with backstabbing and drugs.
Although you'd claim you're not excited in the least at the prospect of moving if anyone asked you, it'd be far from the truth. You see, it’s only been 12 hours since you discovered your active X-gene that have granted you powers you were unaware of - or too stupid to figure out - for 2 whole years! Telekinesis - or A.T, meaning "Adaptable Telekinesis" as you've dubbed it. The name came to you after noticing that at first you could only lift a pebble for a couple of seconds, but after doing that for the better part of last night, you could eventually lift a stone or some of the smaller metal pieces at the local scrapyard for a few minutes. Your powers are weak right now, but they're like a muscle; if you continue to train and stretch their limits, you'll be able to do much more at a longer time.
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