"Every boy I've kissed, freezes from the inside out- except for you"
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Aspen Iverson has a gift, a deadly gift that has haunted her for the past seventeen years, where everything Aspen touches- frost erupts.
After another accident a...
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I met Alfred at our usual spot in the training compound wearing my sweaty uniform from the class before. Defence class has been unusually rough on me and it was starting to show, the large puffy bags under my eyes was from exhaustion. Exhaustion of both my physical capabilities and my magical ones. Prof. Cyrus was especially tough, I didn't know how Dakota was able to live with him, the man probably came out of the womb barking orders at everyone to drop down and give him twenty. It was horrific.
Mr. Baines was usually late and came in the room in a disarray, his tie was slung across his shoulder and I snickered at his ruffled appearance.
"What happened to you?" I raised an eyebrow. I swear to God, if he tells me about another attack or more bad news of any kind I'm going to-
"I'm fine, I just got too into grading papers" He explains, giving me a small smile and setting his briefcase on the ground.
"Are you ready to start?" He asks me, and I nod. He leads me to the centre of the room near the dummy, and I did a couple of stretches before I begun. Today was supposed to be all about brain power.
"I want you to try the white fire again, I've seen you definitely progressed with controlling frost and creating shapes. You're practically a natural, I just want to see you work on controlling white fire" He debriefs, I nod at his instructions and immediately close my eyes.
I try to imagine pushing energy away from my body and making my mind a blank space, envisioning a clear white room with only me in it. I push out from my body and open my eyes, the smile that came onto my face slowly dissipated.
"What am I doing wrong now?" I huff, crossing my arms.
"Something's blocking you, you're distracted" He notes.
Well he isn't wrong. The whole Johanna Watson thing, the bloodied wall, and Dakota with Hazel was starting to get to me. I felt like I was drowning in new information, information that I wasn't even supposed to know existed. I wanted to be human, I hated this new form of me. Sure I used to be a freak but who isn't these days? Now all I worry about is Westley and whoever put that message up on my wall. I wanted to burst into tears, I couldn't exactly tell Mr. Baines everything I was feeling. That mean't I had to tell him about the wall, and I wasn't ready to tell the school about it and draw attention away from Johanna's murder.
"I'm just thinking about my English essay" I lie easily.
