A Story By Many

Chapter 2

-Clara POV, Update every Wed.-

"Call me Clara," I said to the girl in the ISS room. She seemed to be cold, to me. She also looked very familiar. I couldn't quite put my finger on it though.

Once she was gone, I told Mrs. Jone why I was there. "I was disrupting class by correcting the science teacher about the parts of the flower."

Mrs. Jone moved her eyeglasses to the tip of nose. "Is that it? Is that all you did?" she asked, writing something in an ISS log. I nodded.

Wind suddenly blew the window open. I walked over to the window and stared outside. I felt the rush of cold on my face. It didn't feel right, and then the snow started to melt. The wintery weather started to just melt away, slowly. A bud formed on a tree in the school's outdoor courtyard. 

"Miss Lexon, step away from the window please. I need to call your father." Mrs. Jone said. 

I turned to her and looked at my bracelet. Strange. It was glowing. "Why?" I asked.

"We need you to leave."

About thirty minutes later, my father pulled up to the school in his slick black Comaro. I always hated how we were so rich. I pulled my backpack over my shoulder and sat down in the passenger seat of the car, huffing.

"You know the bracelet mom gave me for my birthday when I was younger?" I asked my dad.

He took his eyes off the road for a second to look me in the eyes. "Yes," he answered, quizzingly.

"Well it started glowing today right before Mrs. Jone called you. Right after the snow started to melt," I replied. 

Dad ignored my question and instead asked, "Why were you in ISS anyways?"

"I interrupted the teacher," I answered. I would've asked him again, but were already home.

When my dad pulled in, he said, "Do your homework. I'll have Gustan call you down when he finishes dinner."

I ran up the stairs two at a time. In my bedroom, I threw my backpack by my door. I took my jacket and overshirt off, leaving a tanktop. I tied my hair into a side ponytail with a bow in it. I took my contacts out and put my glasses on.

Next to my bed, was my window. Outside of the window was a planter. My dad makes me tend to the plants in the house everyday after dinner. I rested my elbows on the windowsill.

The flowers started to grow. Not just grow, but grow grow fast. When I rested chin on my right hand, I saw that my bracelet was glowing again. I stood up and walked to my floor mirror. Examining my bracelet, something happened. 

Green wings appeared on my back. They were transparent and the same shade of green as the leaves and stem of the flowers on my window. I turned around. They originated from in between my shoulder blades. They flapped on their own, elegantly. I looked at my bracelet again. The orange ribbon on it, had changed into a vine up my arm. The beads turned into flowers. I flipped over my left arm and on the underside of my forearm, there was a flower tattooed on it. I stared in awe at myself in the mirror. 

"Time for dinner!' our cook, Gustan yelled from downstairs, in his French accent. 

My wings and tattoo disappeared. The vine condensed back into the bracelet I've had most, if not all, of my life.

A/N: I will update every Wednesday. If you want to see what Clara looks like, a link to a pic of her is over there on the side ---> Kamden, have fun updating next!

-Amber