You & I (Novelette--ON HOLD)

PROLOGUE (PART I -- POPPY)

POPPY.

I hadn't really discovered more about myself until I was about eleven years old, when I thought everything would be normal by then. I was born with these powers--ice powers--and I used to bring joy to my younger brother whenever I built him an igloo or a snowman. That is, until, I had shot him in the heart with my ice and accidentally stopped his blood from pumping out further to his veins. My father had never loved me even before this had happened, because my mother and I were a second family. He had never wanted me to come out into this world until it was planned--until my brother was planned. I was the accident, and my brother was the anticipated.

Since then he had never bothered to talk to me and mom, or even acknowledge our existence, and my mother and I would never talk unless it was some kind of small conversation about school since then. We were all pretty scarred after that. I was on my own ever since Kydd died. Kydd was my brother's name, by the way. It was a good thing my mom still gave a shit about raising me.

And also since the incident, I had trained myself to keep control of my powers, and went on to live an actually normal life. I had met a few people along the way, and their names were Katarina Hemmings, Madge and Mindy Prior. They were the only ones that knew of my story, and didn't judge me for it. Hell, they were the only ones that knew, anyway. Katarina was short, sweet, a bit on the chubby side but still managed to be beautiful at the same time. She had a sleeve of tattoos on her right arm, and was the one who introduced me to cinnamon cigarettes. Madge had dark brown hair going all the way to her back but it was choppy and layered, and she had a killer singing voice. Her sister, Mindy, loved a Japanese band that I was growing to like as well, and just like Madge, her hair was long and layered. They were always up to no good, but I loved them just the way they were.

They were my family right after my dad left, my mom went cold on me and after Kydd's death. Along with the bands whose concerts I had gone off to with my own money I saved from working at a diner near our school, they were the ones that kept me from blowing ice on everybody else.

My name's Persephone Orianthe Winters, and this is probably going to sound crazy, but I'm telling you my story.