Okay so who pissed me off? Well take a good wild guess. You guessed it, Cymbeline. You're probably wondering why I hate her? Well I don't hate her, hate is a strong word. I simply dislike her. School finally let out and I was the first one to head out the door. I was enjoying my quite stroll through the neighborhood until, Cymbeline came out of nowhere.
"So, let's get started on control." Cymbeline smiled.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because, I'm tired." I sighed as I opened the front door.
"How was school, CJ?" Aunt Jennifer asked.
"Tiring." I said as I walked up the stairs to my room.
"Jennifer we need to talk about Cassandra Joyce."
"No, you don't!" I shouted from upstairs.
As tired as I am, I threw my back pack on the floor, kicked off my black converse, and laid down on my bed and sighed. Magic is the last thing that I want to hear about right now. Ever since I died and came back, I've been shooken up about it. Till then, I refuse to use the Phoenix at any cause. Yes call me selfish but, if you died and came back wouldn't that scare you?
Anyways, I was enjoying some quiet time until my room door swang open. I quickly sat up and I wished that I didn't. There she was, Cymbeline in all her glory. Bright as ever. Golden blonde hair shining perfectly with the hallway sky light and she gave me a blinding smile.
'Ready to practice?" She asked. Should I tell her that I don't use the Phoenix anymore? Or should I let her find out on her own. Yet again, the girl's dense but, she also sweet. A little too sweet if you ask me.
I sighed in defeat. "Yeah, I'm ready." Now, this was before she pissed me off and I nearly burned the house down because of this.
"Great." She smiled. Cymbeline quickly walked over to my bed, sat down in front of me, and grabbed both of my hands.
"First thing we're going to work on is anger."
"Why anger, I'm a pretty chill person."
"Yes but when comes to being angry, you'll be so overwhelmed with anger you won't be able to control it." Cymbeline explained.
"So what are you going to do, make me mad?" I asked. I never shouldn't ask that. Cymbeline got off my bed, went through my book self and pulled out one of my sketchbooks. She flipped through the pages and smiled.
"Wow, you're an excellent artist."
"Thank you." I smiled. My smile faded as I saw Cymbeline ripped out the page, crumpled it up into a ball, and she summoned fire from her hand causing the paper to burn up. Was I angry yes but,not pissed.
"I worked hard on that," I said, "but, that's okay I drew that two years ago. It doesn't matter to me anymore." I lied that does matter to me. I was not letting Cymbeline get the satisfaction.
She went through my things again and she pulled out a photograph. And I don't mean any old photograph, I was talking about a picture of my mom and dad.
"So this is what your mother and father looks like," Cymbeline said. "You look so much like your mother." With that, Cymbeline ripped the paper in half and that's when I completely lost it. A wave of anger came crashing down on me like waves crashing down on rocks at the beach.
"That the only picture that I have." I hissed as I made a fist.
With a wave of my hand, I sent Cymbeline flying across my bedroom. Her body hit the wall and then fell on my bed.
"See, you're mad." She smiled.
"Mad?! Oh I'm mad, I'm LIVID!!!" I shouted. A wall of fire surrounded me and Cymbeline. I felt a strong wave of heat coursing through my veins like a rising river.
"See you're doing great, now try to contain it," Cymbeline said, "try calming down." With that I took a deep breathe and the wall of fire disappeared.
"You did it." Cymbeline smiled as she got up.
"Scary but, you did it." I smiled.
"Don't get your hopes up, we still have a long way to go."
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Sun and Moon Series Book 2: The Immortal Phoenix
Fantasía"Remember that power that I had? Yeah neither did I until my thirteenth birthday. Let's just say that things happened on that day." CJ thought that her thirteenth birthday would be normal or normal for a witch her age. She has a power that she won't...
