That evening came and Casey changed into some better clothes that weren't covered in dirt. Though her ability would have shown through if people believed in that. Max's outfit started falling apart as he walked back to his room. He was glad he didn't get a more dangerous ability to be born with. Since everyone decided to meet up that night they decided it was best to appear somewhat...well standing out less in a small group.

Casey walked to their chosen place to meet in the courtyard of the school not wanting to be near that room again. She was wearing blue jean shorts with a tank top and a baggy short sleeve t-shirt over it. She had her favorite sneakers on that looked like knee length converse sneakers. As well as purple scarf that was soft around her neck to keep her warm while they were out. She had her usual accessories on as well as her hair down just with a clip to pull her bangs back to make it easier to see.

Max threw on his usual outgoing outfit with a cleaner pair of jeans. Also his favorite t-shirt saying "Zombie Apocalypse" He had a good 'end of the world' humor. His shoes were nothing special and all he did with his hair was wash it to make it smell good again. Getting ready was quite simple for him and he didn't have to give a care about anything fashion based. Even if he did grow up with a best friend whom was like his older sister to him, he still didn't see why it mattered to match things up.