"Every boy I've kissed, freezes from the inside out- except for you"
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Aspen Iverson has a gift, a deadly gift that has haunted her for the past seventeen years, where everything Aspen touches- frost erupts.
After another accident a...
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The next day I have zero energy to get up.
I didn't want to move anymore. Last night's training episode with Mr. Baines left me depleted and feeling tired. We tried controlling frost, and after a few hundred attempts, I was able to conjure up frost whenever I wanted. I made patterns in the desk, pictures with the icy frost, and laughed when I made dumb doodles of smiley faces. It wasn't much, but it felt like a major accomplishment to me. Today's training lesson was supposed to be in the compound after defence class, and I was supposed to keep my uniform on.
This mean't I had to exercise. I groaned when the alarm clock started to ring.
Blythe was also a heavy sleeper, she slept like the dead, ironically.
"Get up" Blythe groaned at me, rubbing the sleep from her eyes while perched on her bed. How she managed to look more beautiful than me when waking up, I had no idea.
She gracefully got up to use the washroom and left me to moan in my bed alone.
After more moaning I got up eventually, and ran my hand through my hair a few times to tame it. I didn't want to wash my hair today, even though it was getting greasy, but I didn't care anymore. Once Blythe exited the bathroom with perfect makeup plastered over her face, she gave me a smile.
"How was training with Mr. Baines?" She asked, we didn't talk much at dinner. She was with her vampire friends, and the rest of our group told us that she had to go back and forth. Her father was supposedly some important guy in politics, and she had to keep up appearances with the rest of the trust fund kids.
"It was okay, I'm just really tired. Apparently I'm not allowed to kiss anyone or else they die" I mutter, still upset over that. It was a big thing to be upset over, and the thought of love and marriage without a 'true love's kiss' seemed depressing. Would sex kill the guy too? I didn't want to test that theory.
"That blows" Blythe whistles, "I'm sorry Aspen". She gives me a pity smile but I wave her off,
"Just another day in the life of a magical ice-creating girl" I mutter under my breath.
I took a quick shower in the bathroom and wiped the mirror clean in order to a get a look at my appearance. My hair was whiter than yesterday, perfect. There was no doubt that my appearance was changing since I started to exercise my gift. I seemed almost- beautiful . Much like the other inhuman students here, we all shared a common inhuman beauty about us. And I was morphing into one of them. I don't miss acne, that's for sure.
