Boy Interrupted | Open
Charles stood inside the rebel base, the most uncomfortable he'd ever been in his life. And everyone else looked pretty panicked too. He never would have come if he hadn't heard about the escaped Meta on the news, which quelled his fear quite a bit. This morning had been scary. No other word for it. Charles glanced around one last time and finally decided to just find some courage and ask somebody. He tried to pick out the calmest-looking person in the room and introduced himself. "Hi, my name is Charles," he said slowly, still not used to such a high pitched voice. Or anything about his current self. "I'm looking for my sister- Well, she might be a he at this point." He winced, uncomfortable with the whole thing. "Sorry. I'm Charles Milsten. I don't normally look like this."