I went through most of my school day in a joyous haze, barely remembering the conversation that took place that morning when I ran into my best friend Amie. Amie of course, had been overly ecstatic, with a bit of jealousy laced throughout if I was being honest. I didn't care though. I was too happy to question the will of the Gods. I chuckled at my dramatic musings. "What's so funny?" Amie says, distracting me from my wayward daydreaming. I just snicker and say, "Oh nothing. You know me, I get distracted sometimes over the strangest things."
We turn our attention back to the teacher who is currently going over the summer reading list for the undergraduates. I figured I didn't really need to hear about it considering I was graduating in just a short week. So, being the daydreamer that I am, I turn my attention back outside to the dark clouds that seem to be coming in fast. I frown, uncertain of how I could've missed those only a few seconds ago.
It was then that I noticed how quickly the room seemed to be spinning, and how cold my right hand had gotten. I wasn't sure what was happening and when I looked down at my hand, I saw there were tiny ice crystals forming in dazzling patterns all over. I watched as it crept up my arm and gasped when I saw sparks fly from my fingertips. I jerked my attention to the rest of the room in a panic hoping and praying no one had seen the strange things happening to me. I glanced at Amie and noticed her eyes were big and round. "Oh God." I mutter under my breath. Panicking, I quickly jerk down my long sleeved shirt and raise my left hand up wildly waving at my teacher Mr. Ward. "Yes, Miss Rose?" He asks as I jerk my arm back down.
"May I be excused to the rest room?" I ask as I spring from my seat and go to the front of the room. I don't wait for his answer as I grab the hall pass key and sprint to the nearest bathroom. Once inside I lock the door behind me, jerk my shirt off, and stare at the ice crystals that now trail up my arm. I gasp as they begin to move again making another pattern, trailing even further up to my shoulder and wrapping around the back of my neck. I tentatively reach out a finger to trace the patterns, noticing how they light up as I touch a certain area. I trace pattern after pattern, certain I had seen the designs before. A distant memory, just on the edge of my consciousness willing me to remember.
I reach out again to trace the newest pattern and am surprised when they suddenly glow a brilliant blue color. I can feel the patterns hum, almost as though they are alive against my skin. I stand in awe at the sight before me, and as quickly as they came they mysteriously vanish. I yelp in surprise as my once ice covered arm is now the same normal looking arm that it always had been.
I pinch myself, and jerk in pain once I realize that this is in fact real and that I'm not dreaming. Hearing a knock on the door, I hastily throw my shirt back on and rinse my hands in the sink. I'm not sure why I go through the motions but I do anyway and practically knock over a girl as I exit the bathroom in a hurry. "Sorry." I mumble as I make my way down the hall and back to my lit class.
The rest of the class goes by in a blur, while I'm left feeling seriously freaked out. I grab my knapsack and jacket and rush out the door with the rest of my classmates as the bell rings, signaling the end of the period. I don't wait for Amie as I jet down the hallway. I don't look back when I hear her call out, and I don't turn around when she screams my name in frustration. I don't even acknowledge the security guard as I pull out of the school parking lot and head down the main road towards my home.
I don't know what I am going to say to my grandma when I get there, but I do know that my grandma is going to listen to me and explain what the hell is going on. I'm either going crazy or... no, I really can't say it, and won't say it. Magic doesn't exist, there is just no way that it possibly could be real; which meant that I was probably headed straight for the looney bin. Either way I was going to get some answers before I had a stroke from shock.
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Winter Rose - Book 1 of the Seraphim Chronicles
Подростковая литератураWinter Rose is just your average girl next door. At least that's what her grandmother has had her believing all these years. When her normal life collides with a magical kingdom, Winter's world is turned upside down. The person she thought she knew...