After Marie closed the door behind her, I looked around at the room. The bed covers had a pale blue white with matching pillows and curtains, contrasting the rich brown wood base it rested on. Adjacent to the bed was a mini dresser with a medium lamp and a silver clock, showing 2:05 am. The thick carpet that covered the whole floor tickled my feet. I stared at the fire, its orange yellow flames dancing happily about the logs casting a warm glow across the room. It's been such a long time that I hadn't felt its warmth. Before this, the last time I had been near a fire was at an inn about a year ago in a town call Capri. Its people were poor but they had a strong bond. Brotherly love. Everyone tried to help each other no matter what they had or what they were doing and I was glad yet sad to have been in that town. My heart ached at the memory.
Those same people gave me some of the coldest glares I've ever got just because I made it frost in the middle of the day to keep a few icicles cool that were melting. I knew I shouldn't have use my powers but the children wouldn't have had their icicles to keep them cool if it weren't for me. The children didn't mind at all but the parents and other people looked at me with fear, even hate. But mostly fear. One little girl fell and dropped her doll. I reached and took it up only to have a middle aged woman who resembled the girl to grab it quickly from me, glared at me then walked away hurriedly, like I was some soulless wanderer who pretended to take care of children only to capture them and carry them to my ice cave.
This was the main reason I decided to stay away from people for long periods at a time. I could never find at least one person who would accept me as who I am or even pretended to,besides some children. My mind flashed back to Marie and for a moment I thought the same was gonna happen here. Her family taking me in just to have me kicked out into the bitter world again. I shake the thought from my mind. With the urgency to help and comfort me plus showing her affection with giving me a place to stay for the night, she couldn't possibly kick me out. Right? I shook my head again ridding the negative thoughts from returning. I walked to the window, drew back the curtains and opened the windows. The cold wind gushed in and flooded the room, almost immediately outing the fire. My body relaxed instantly and the ache in my heart vanished. The wind played with my hair,seeming it was very anxious to meet me. I sighed,then took a pillow from the bed and dragged the covers off. I set them right under the window. I leaned against the pillow and covered my feet with the covers.
I waved my hand over my lap, leaving snow and frost on them until it slowly began to form my snow journal. It had a cerulean base color with ice sprinkles all over it and white diagonal waves,my name in beautiful sky blue cursive and a small six point ice crystal I carved, at the right side in the middle where the book opened. I held up my right hand and watched the snow spinning spirally until an ice key formed. After opening my journal and took the pencil, I started writing down everything that happened to me a few hours ago till now. I finished and placed the book on the floor. I moved the pillow and placed it beside the book and rested my head on it. As I looked at the cream ceiling, I felt sleep pulling on my eyes. With one last sigh I pulled the covers to neck and closed my eyes.
YOU ARE READING
The Snow Girl
FantasyElizabeth Snow is a seventeen year old girl who travels the country of Sydonea to seek for a way to help warm her heart and fill the void the death of her parents had left. After a while,she realized that helping others with her easy going, Kind and...