Kinda Normal, Kinda Not (On Hold for Rewriting)

Chapter Seventeen: Second Classes

As soon as I walked into the room, every single student stopped turning and turned to face me. I shuffled nervously in place, not used to the attention. The teacher for this class, a man that looked in his mid-twenties, walked up to me. Blake had already left my side and took a seat along the bleachers.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Green, and I'll be your Power Manipulation instructor. Your name?" He introduced himself, holding out a hand for me to shake. Mr. Green seemed like a friendly man. Green... the name sounded oddly familiar. 

I shake his hand with a smile. "Phoebe, Mr. Green."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Phoebe," he said, smiling back. "You can sit next to Garret over there. Raise your hand so the girl can see, Garret. Yep, just take a seat."

He sends me off with a small pat on the back. I climb up the bleachers and sit next to a boy with sandy-blonde hair. "Hi."

"Hello," I replied quietly and turned to the teacher. He's situated  parallel to the bleachers, at the far wall ahead. I take note of the fact that there was barely anything in the vast room. A lot of empty space. 

"So, we can start the lesson now, with our special guest here and ready," Mr. Green jokes, sending a wink in my direction. Light laughter erupts among the students. "Does anybody know what their power is yet?"

All the students, except for a select few, raise their hands. Mr. Green nods, satisfied. "Good, good. Okay, so how many of you can use their powers?"

Five or six students out of thirty raise their hands, me being one of them. I can see the rest of the students look at use, wide-eyed in awe. Was it that hard? It came to me almost naturally, like moving my fingers or walking.

"Well, then, you six can sit for a little while, or you can join in on our activity. Those who are unsure, or have parents of different powers, step down to the front. The ones who are absolutely sure can sit tight. I want you guys, the ones who can't use their powers, think of you're power. Visualize it. Want it."

We were all seated a safe distance away from each other, in case there was a chance of harming others. I peered around to see some students with their eyes screwed shut, trying to picture their powers. Others, like Garret, were visibly relaxed, taking deep breaths. Few were like me, just sitting there and watching others. They probably could already use their powers. I looked down at my hand and imagined a thin layer of ice over the open palm. 

Seconds later, ice coated my hand. I smiled in delight. Everything was really strange to me, especially the powers. I was glad I was able to do something. Ten minutes passed and I heard a few shouts of success. They were rewarded with a "good job" and time to do nothing, while the others continued to try draw out their powers.

In the remaining time, I played around with my abilities, making little ice figurines and such. I concentrated on the image of that cat, and it formed. The ice wouldn't melt, but break down and release back into the air. I didn't really understand it, but that was how it worked. I seemed to have caught the eye of Mr. Green, too. His eyes sparkled whenever he saw another clear, crystal-like shape form in my cupped hands.

The bell rang suddenly, breaking the students out of the concentration. They quickly grab their bags and dash out the door, some talking excitedly while others in dismay. Thankfully, I didn't have the next class with Blake, which was hand-to-hand combat The teacher stops me before I could walk out. 

"What you were doing earlier- that's really interesting. I saw that it didn't melt. How?" He asked, eyes shining. I look to my feet, embarrassed. 

"I don't really know. Is it because I'm a Frost? I thought Ice was supposed to melt.."

He looks surprised. "Frost?"