Frozen Chemicals

Notable School Day

The next morning at school is hell. I honestly don’t want to get up. Because if Jack honestly thinks I was able to leave after that, he’s ridiculous. I was kissed by an immortal being. But I guess its not really a big deal about morality, or lack of now. Is it? Since I’m technically not mortal anymore either.

I sit in English and stare out the window, honestly I’m really starting to get fed up with how simplistic this class is. “Sigourney!” My head snaps about to my teacher. “Yeah?” “Mind explaining the difference between a Soliloquy and a Monologue?” “Both are long speeches delivered by a character in a playscript. However the difference is, a Soliloquy is delivered with no other characters on stage, while a monologue is delivered to other characters being aware the character is speaking. Otherwise, it would be an aside.” Because I just took it to the next step. “Very good. See me after class.” I just nod as she carries on and I look back out the window. When I look back I notice a little patch of frost that looks very similar to a heart. Jack! How does he expect me to be able to pay attention to my classes if he’s going to distract me like this? Ugh, that boy.

The bell rings and everybody leaves but me. Once everybody’s cleared out Ms. Jones starts in on me. “Sigourney, I’m worried about you.” Well that’s not what I expected. “I’m sorry?” I don’t even know why she would be. It’s obvious that I’m just bored, I hate using that word but that’s the basis of it. “Your guardians called and have filled the school in on what happened to you. I’m sorry to hear about what happened to your hair and eyes. I also can’t imagine what it must feel like to know somebody was able to pull you out but didn’t stay to ensure your safety.” Wow, this is the thing about English teachers isn’t it? They really over analyze WAY too much. “Ms.?” I almost cut her off but I do my best not to be that rude. “Yes Sig?” “That really has nothing to do with it. I just find my mind wandering quite a bit, I just don’t feel challenged at all anymore. At least not in this class.” “Oh! Really? That’s it?” “Yeah, really that’s all. I barely have all year and I miss feeling of being driven to be intellectual, now it’s kind of something I could do in my sleep.” “I wish you would’ve said something sooner, I have an idea. I’ll devise a test to see where exactly you should be placed, and then we can find you the right level.” “That sounds amazing, thank you!” I leave the room feeling better than I thought I would. This time next week, I won’t be falling asleep over my text book.

In our cafeteria, the furthest most wall is made completely of glass panes. I smile at the little winter land outside. Jack is out doing himself and I don’t know if it’s because of instructions, or if he’s just showing off. Boy does that boy have an ego when it comes to his icing. I get my lunch and grab a table along the outer wall. It’s nice being up against the windows so I’m as close to the outside as I can be yet, nobody can really see what I’m doing. I put my hand against the wall, and with my touch small frosted swirls fill the whole wall. Oh shite. Am I supposed to have powers yet? I mean, I’ve noticed I’m not as sensitive to cold like I used to be but I still have a decent heat tolerance. After the frost, I immediatly remove my hand. I’m internally freaking out, because I don’t know what to do, or how to react. I’m more upset than I should be and then the lights go out. Shoot.

After about ten minutes they announce that it’s time to move on to our next class, and since the heater was still working we’ll stay in school. So I go to my next class. Luckily we can’t follow out with the lesson plan because it was all on the projector and the electric is out. So while everybody socializes, I just stare out the window thinking. Was that me earlier? Do I have that kind of power? Or was it Jack getting carried aways? Or a freak incident? I really don’t know and it kind of freaks me out. Before I know it, the bell rings again and I’m free to go home. Once I’ve left my locked, I see that Al is waiting for me in the car like always. Ed drops me off, and Al picks me up. “Hey Sig. How was your day?” “Okay, the power went out after lunch so we really didn’t do much but sit in dark rooms the rest of the day.” I’m really tired so I don’t feel like talking much, and I don’t really listen fully as Alphonse replies, I mean I pick up that he disapproves of teachers being dependent on electronics to teach now a days, and this was a prime example. I mean, I kind of agree, but I appreciate the day off.

Once we get off, I go up to my room and sleep. After last night’s lack of it, I’ve never been so in love with the sight of my bed. I’m about to propose from my immense love. Once I wake up, I go downstairs for dinner. “Well good morning sleeping beauty.” “Hey Ed.” “Do you think that maybe you’d be able to sleep at night if you didn’t sleep away the afternoon?” “Eh, I’m a growing girl, I’ll get all the sleep I can.” Ed laughs at that and Al comes in the front door with take out, we all hate mondays. All three of us. Not just a normal hate, but an intense dispise. I’m shocked that with as much hate as we produce, that Monday’s even bother to show up anymore. So to make it somewhat worthwhile we always get Chinese take out. Al hands me my sweet and sour chicken and fried rice and I’m a happy little girl.

After dinner I turn on the TV and get netflix going and re-watch a few episodes of Once Upon a Time before going back upstairs to “go to bed.” When I get in my room, there’s a gentle knock on my window, so I unlock the latch and Jack slips in. “Good evening lovely!” “Hey Jack.” I yawn, it’s ridiculous how tired I am, I mean I slept for several hours after school, and I’ve only been up for a few, yet I’m still tired as hell. “Are you tired Baby?” “Only kinda. I’ve just been really burned out today.” “Why don’t we lay down?” I just half heartedly nod. I change really quick while Jack is turned around and then I slip in between the mattress and blankets that I never bothered straightening back out. Jack joins me and I use his chest as a pillow instead of my actual pillow. Why haven’t I used him like this before? I don’t think I’ve been this comfortable in years. But before I can doze off, Jack is playing with my hair and talking, I tune in just in time to hear him say “I saw the windows Sig, how did you do it?” I shift my head to look up at him. “I don’t know Jack, I was hoping you’d be able to tell me. I just touched the window.” “Okay, I’ll ask Father Winter about it, but until then, you just need to sleep.” “Goodnight Ja…” I don’t even get to finish before I fall back asleep.