Frost

XI.

   The clock read 4:52 when I woke up in a sweat. Beads of sweat dribbled down my forehead and I felt a shiver run down my spine, my hands tingled slightly and I rubbed my palms together under the covers of my bed to warm them. I didn't know why I woke up in this state, I haven't been having nightmares nor do I awake with a feeling of nervousness. Recently, the word Glaciem has been taking over my life and I needed a bit of space from this news mystical world of magic. 

Suddenly I longed to be back in my foster home with Helen and her alcoholic husband, for at least a second of normalcy. I even missed Diana, a girl whom I'm sure was bitter about my absence. She would be upset that I left her alone in the high school jungle, I was her only friend, and I missed our stairwell meet ups during lunch breaks. I clenched my fists, sitting upright in bed and looking at Blythe's sleeping form on the other side of the room. 

Gazing out the window, small snowflakes started to fall from the sky and I had a sudden urge to be outside. 

Giving in, I slipped my feet into a pair of sneakers and slipped Blythe's jacket over my pyjama's which consisted of the t-shirt I arrived to the school in and a pair of Blythe's old silky shorts. 

Catching a glimpse at myself in the mirror as I passed, I wanted to shudder at my new inhuman appearance. There was a time where I would only have to worry about grades and acne, but now it seemed like I had a whole new set of responsibilities. 

My hair was no longer blonde, it was stark white and grew out longer to touch my waist. My cheeks were sunken in and my cheekbones appeared higher, my lips pink and fuller. My eyes is what struck me the most, they seemed emptier. A silver blue, with flecks of bright shiny silver. If I saw myself six months ago, I wouldn't be able to recognize the girl in the mirror. 

I tiptoed down the staircase from the girls floor to the first, where the courtyard was. Once outside I felt like I could breathe again. Wet snowflakes fell from the sky and hit my lashes, making my cheek wet whenever I blinked. I reached out to feel the cold wetness and smiled, one of my hands going unconsciously to my necklace to fiddle around with it. 

It was the necklace that I was born with apparently, according to my mother, that was the only personal item my biological parents left me with. I wonder if it had any special Glaciem meaning to it, besides the fact that it was silver and in the shape of a snowflake. 

I looked around, nobody was out here except for me. Maybe I could try out with magic thing? Taking another look around I extended my hand. Now, what did I want to do? I wasn't exactly sure what I could do, so far Mr. Baines and I had accomplished controlling frost. When I touched something, frost didn't appear unless I willed it to. Raising my hand higher, I willed the snow on the ground to lift as my hand did. Closing my eyes, I pushed my brain to think of the snow going higher. Opening them, I was astonished to see a mound of snow slowly lifting from the ground as I lift my hand higher. Okay, this is a little freaky. Moving my hand side to side, the snow moved with it.