Frosted

Chapter 11

I tripped over Allison's foot on the way to my seat.

"Watch where you're going, No-power Freak," Allison snickered.

"If you are going to bully me, at least give me a better nickname," I mumbled.

"You better watch out. Allison's parents know how much of an idiot you are now," Audrey said. I rolled my eyes. What is their deal with me!?

Caleb helped me up. Catherine bared her teeth towards the brats.

"Alright listen up everyone!" Miss Wendy clapped her hands together. "Today, we are onto a graver topic. I don't think anyone knows this, but it's time."

She paused for a moment. Everyone stared at her.

"Aside from this magic school, in this area, we have another one. But it's for dark magic."

Everyone was silent for 1 minute. Then I raised my hand.

"What does this mean?"

"It means, that there are dark magic holders that use their talent for bad," Miss Wendy said. The mumbling began.

"Why do we need to know?" Peppi asked. "As long as they don't bother us, we're fine."

"That's the problem," Miss Wendy answered. "The headmasters there are convinced that we have something powerful that belongs to them. What exactly, I don't know, and it won't be long if..."

The murmurs grew a little louder. I suddenly had a weird feeling.

"Class, I'm just warning you, but don't think of it too much. I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding," Miss Wendy nervously smiled. "But in the meantime, please do train your magic in case it is needed. Now let's get on with our practice."

"Who are the headmasters?" A wind wolf student asked.

"They are called Daisy and Luke," Miss Wendy replied. "The first being a dark wolf and the latter is a fire wolf."

"They aren't the highest element," Allison complained. "They obviously aren't that powerful."

"There is a reason they are the headmasters," Miss Wendy looked at Allison. My mind drifted to the secret element. Could it be they've found out who it was? And they want them? But they can't own an element or form. I must be overthinking.

Peppi had a confused look, but Caleb's eyebrows were scrunched up.

"What is it?" I asked.

"There's somebody named Luke who was my father's friend," Caleb said. "But it might not be the same person. All I know is that they stopped being friends since a very long time. Daisy, though, I don't know who that is."

Maybe my mother knew about her.

Miss Wendy started teaching more techniques on magic, but as I listened, my body started to feel cold. It's a hundred degrees outside, how can I feel so cold?

Peppi was staring at me with a confused and worried look.

"Why is your patch turning... light blue?" She asked.

I looked up, and indeed, my patch of white is slightly blue. Not the water kind, a pale blue. I stared at it for a few more minutes, then it turned white again.

"Probably just my eyes," Peppi shrugged after a while. I nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, probably."

But my uneasiness doesn't go away.

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"Ok, Peppi, I accept your offer," I said after school. This morning I got three more bruises from those girls.

"FINALLY!" Peppi threw up her hands. "WE START TODAY!"

"Wait what-" I started, but Peppi pulled me into her house.

"MOM!" Peppi yelled. "NELLA AGREED!"

"Oh really?" Peppi's mother emerged from the kitchen. Her purple hair was tied into a bun, and she wore a white apron. "Hello, Nella."

"Hello, Mrs. Midnight," I greeted.

"She finally agreed to join us," Peppi moaned.

"Alright," Mrs. Midnight smiled. "Let's get started."

She led me to a large shed behind the house. In it were all kinds of weapons and training tools. She took out a pair of protection gloves and gave it to me to wear.

Peppi was summoning her bow.

"Okay, first things first, punch this as hard as you can," Mrs. Midnight instructed as she pointed to a rectangular punching bag. I awkwardly hit it. It barely moved.

"Again."

This time I hit it with a little more force, and it moved a little.

"Hm, you don't really have much muscles," Mrs. Midnight frowned. "Guess we have to work on that."

I looked over to Peppi, and saw that she was kicking a punching bag beside mine. The bag almost broke the string and flew off when she kicked it. I raised my eyebrows.

"What? I always do combat," Peppi shrugged.

"Impressive," I said.

"Meh," She shrugged again.

The rest of the lesson was me trying to punch the punching bag to get it to move at least 2 centimeters away, while Peppi can already shoot 10 targets right in the centre.

I have a loooooong way to go.

By the time I was done, my muscles are sore as hell and I just flopped onto my bed the first thing I got home.

Hopefully, this would help me at least defend myself a little.