Fire and Ice

Chapter 1

*Lily's P.OV*

Beep beep! Beep beep! Beep beep!

The annoying and obnoxiously loud chime of my phone's alarm screaming at me to awaken pounded in my eardrums. I groaned dramatically in frustration, sleepily rolling out of the bed, almost falling, but catching myself. I slowly shuffled towards where my phone laid on floor, tapping the 'ok' button and unplugging it before making my way to the bathroom to begin my morning routine.

Resting my palms on the edge of the marble counter, I stared deeply into the clear mirror, acknowledging the dried slobber on my right cheek. I attempted to rub it off harshly only to leave a red patch on my skin as bright as a baboons butt. I leave it be and began to brush my teeth fading deep into a pool of my thoughts.

Why is the sky blue and why does it shift colors as the day progresses?

Why do I have to go to school? What's the point of learning the circumference of 'x' if I'm going to forget about it in the future anyways?

Why have I not been binging on Harry Potter books this weekend? What am I doing with my life?

Now that was a serious question, but really what's wrong with me? I spat out the minty toothpaste and washed off the toothbrush before placing it back on the counter. After washing my face and caking on a minimal amount of makeup I exited the bathroom briefly checking the time on my phone as I passed by.

I rummaged through my closet and picked out an over-sized hoodie with the phrase 'your gonna have a bad time' sewn across the front and a pair of acid wash skinny jeans. I threw on the outfit and slipped on a pair of Vans, pulling my ombré hair up into a messy bun afterwards.

I slid my phone into my pocket and grabbed my mandala covered backpack which hung by the strap at the top of the rail. As I trod down the stairs I heard a loud echo of voices. I go down further and look over the rail to see my parents in the living room arguing, clearly oblivious of my presence.

"Darrel, hon, she needs to know!"

"For the last time, she's just not ready yet!" my dad retorted with a slight remnant of annoyance in his voice.

How long have they been going on about this?

"She's sixteen, how long until she's considered ready?" mom questioned, resting her hands on the arm of the chair impatiently. I could tell she was getting frustrated.

"I-I don't know. I'm just afraid to tell her, Cher."

I couldn't watch this any longer. The anticipation was killing me.

"What's going on in here?" I pretended to strode in unknowingly, noticing the guilt wash over them as I did.

Mom walked over towards me, plastering an unnaturally happy expression on her face.

"Sweetheart, your father and I were just, um," she searched frantically for something to say, but she couldn't hold in the guilt any longer.

She lets out an exasperated sigh,"Lily, your father and I have something very important to tell you."

She gently grips my shoulder and stares deeply into my eyes.