Zane walks me up the stairs leading up to the front door. Before I can get out the key to open it, he grabs my arm.
"Aria."
"Yeah?"
"Look at me."
I looked at him, his eyes intense from behind his black hair. His eyes seemed to glow as he stared at me.
"Practice your control,ok? You can't charge everyone who insults you. Especially if it's someone you don't know. Reaper or mortal."
I just look at him. Does he seriously think I can't handle myself?
I open my mouth to argue, but he just puts a finger on my lips.
"Don't argue. You could get seriously hurt. If the person you're fighting wants it enough, they could kill you. You have to know when to pull back."
I look up at him. He looks down at me. His eyes are blazing blue fire and his finger was cool against my lips.
I moved his finger before I could get distracted.
"Ok. I get it. I'll practice. I won't do anything rash."
Zane let out a sigh. "Ok then."
He walked down the stairs and back to his car.
He looks back up at me and grinned. I can feel myself smiling back at him.
As I unlocked the door, I thought to myself, since when do you smile at Zane Roster?
I shake my head to clear it and walk into the house.
"Guys! I'm home!".
Riel walks in from the kitchen and gives me a silent 'sup.
My dad walks in after him.
"So how'd it go?"
"It went ok. Zane's not a total dunce."
Riel pops his head back in and smirks.
"Ooooh, is that a compliment I hear?"
"Shut up, will you?"
My dad chuckles and goes back into the kitchen, probably to finish up dinner.
My mom walks in upstairs. She comes over and hugs me.
"Hey sweetie. How'd he- er... It go?"
"It went fine....," I said suspiciously.
"Ok then. Well let's get dinner set up. I'm starving," Riel says, walking into the kitchen.
"Honestly, it's like your stomach is a bottomless pit."
"Hey! I'm growing," he says, crossing his arms.
"Too bad your brain isn't."
Riel swipes at me, and I jump away giggling.
"Children! Settle down!"
Riel and I both stand statue still, and salute.
"Yes ma'am!," we say together.
My mom rolls her eyes and mutters, "One normal child, that's all I ask for."
We all laugh as we sit down to eat dinner.
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Prep School
Fantasy15 year old Aria is not your ordinary teenage girl. She's not exactly normal but she doesn't stick out either. She has powers. Powers that mortals like you and me can't handle. When she moves to a new school, she has to learn how to control her powe...
