"Have a nice day, kids!" the teacher said. "Have a nice day," we replied. I got up from my place. "Sarah, do you want to go home with me?" I asked. She came over to me and nodded. We silently walked out of the classroom. "Hey, Amy?" "Yeah?" I replied. "In front of us there is this mean guy from the eighth grade!" I looked to the front. He came closer to us. "Hey you little chicks, do you have money for me?" he asked cheekily. I looked into his eyes and coldly replied,"No." He looked at me. "Listen up you little chick, give me the stupid money or I will hurt you somehow. He moved his face closer to mine. I could smell his perfume. It smelled like boys but really handsome! Sarah was watching from the other side. I smirked and pushed him back. I wasn't afraid of him. I didn't fear anything. He wouldn't be able to hurt me. I would probably have some bruises, that's all. I had my magic. I could easily finish him. "I know you're bigger than I, I know you want me to be afraid of you. But I am not afraid of you. You should rather be afraid of me!" I spoke. He looked at me suprisedly. "You- you little..." I grinned again. "If I was you I wouldn't mess around with a girl like me! Because I have something you don't have!" My eyes were glowing in an ice blue shade. I couldn't stop grinning. I closed my eyes to feel the cold running through my body. In my hands a cold ice blue mist appeared. It felt cold. He looked deeper into my eyes. He was afraid now. "Your eyes, they are cold," he said. I showed him my hand. The cold mist got colder. "I've told you, don't mess around with me! I give you one more chance to escape without anything, otherwise..." I showed him my hand again. He gulped and whispered,"I'm sorry!" After that he ran away. This is how you finish meanies! Sarah was brave enough to take a step to the front again. "Your powers and confidence are amazing, Amy!" she spoke. "And you are an amazing friend!" I replied. She smiled I smiled at her. It was a true smile. One of my last true smiles.
I went home. I opened my window. "Hi, mom!" I called out. It felt like she was back in this world, alive. I had so much to tell her! As long as I could talk of course. There wasn't much time left.
I had one more day and two more nights left. This was the time I had to laugh, cry and talk. To laugh and enjoy life. To cry the rest of my tears. And to say goodbye to my happy self.
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Amy, Martin & The Elements Of Winter
FantasyAmy, a twelve year old girl loses her mother. Amy therefore, gains powers of the elements of the winter. Water, wind, ice and snow. She has now the ability to control them and talk to her mother through them. However, noone believes her. After abou...