(NOT REWRITTEN)
Ambers POV
I was pushed roughly against a row of lockers. I winced.
"So, ya think you're all that 'cause you're a Frost?" Veronica hissed. She was a new 'classmate'. She was your typical bimbo, blond hair, plastic, and the whole slut look.
"That's right!" yelled one of her minions. A chorus of "yeahs!" rang out through the hallway.
A sharp pain administered by Veronica left me tilting side to side. She was merciless. Every punch or kick was delivered with great force. Why did it have to be me? I felt my eyes drooping.
Why? That was my last though before I heard a familiar voice yell out to me.
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Phoebe's POV (Oh god, this doesn't make any sense. u.u)
I came upon a scene that would make me make a fuss about it. I saw this slut beating up my sister. MY sister.
"What do you think you're doing?" I said my voice coming out icy. The group surrounding Amber looked up at me.
"Another Frost!" someone whispered, "Veronica, come on." a brunette slut tugged on the shirt on the one beating up my sister.
I created a thick ice wall between Veronica and Amber, knowing that Amber was going to stay warm. Even though I had figured out my power not long ago, I already knew how to use it, and I knew how to use it well. I wouldn't mind using against a couple of 16 year olds.
Veronica sneered. I raised an eyebrow at her. She smirked.
"I'm a fire user. I could soo melt that." She engulfed her hands in flames and place it on the wall. No effect whatsoever. She let out a gasp and tried harder. Still it did nothing, not leaving even a dent in the flawless ice. She let out a shriek and came at me, ready to hit. I covered my knuckles in ice and waited calmly. When she was close enough, I swiftly bent down, swiped her legs, and landed a blow directly at her stomach. She fell to the ground gasping for air. Her bimbo minions rushed to her side, fear in their eyes. I let the wall collapse and carried Amber to her dorm.
"What happened?!?" Her agent asked. She was pretty nice. Her name was Taylor, I think.
" Some girls ganged up on her in the hallways. Take care of her." before she could answer I was already in my dorm. I was greeted by William at the kitchen table, doing his assignment.
"Problems?" He guessed, pulling out a chair for me.
I plopped down on the seat.
"Tell me about it." I said, rolling my eyes.
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