Amy, Martin & The Elements Of Winter

14. A Boy

Do you know what? I got in trouble. Well, not really! My father just talked to me and I wrote everything I wanted to say. For example that I was able to use magic. This life was really annoying because I wasn't able to talk.

Well, at least my mother could read my thoughts. And I could use my magic. My father didn't want to believe me but then I showed him my magic. He touched my hands then. They felt really cold so he believed me then. Finally.

The next day when I went to school I met Sarah on my way there. She talked to me a lot. She said many funny things but I couldn't laugh. It sometimes might have seemed to her that I wasn't listening. But she understood. I couldn't laugh at her jokes. I sometimes thought this was just a dream. My whole life.

My life since the day my mother died. It felt strange. I felt cold and numb. I wasn't the cheerful and warm Amy from earlier. I was cold and emotionless. These thoughts were annoying me everyday. All I wanted was to be normal again although my mother died. My frozen soul helped me to forget about that and it was less painful for me. But I knew it since my soul froze. There was a warm part in my heart. The part which even made me care about being nice and kindhearted. It had a big desire. The desire to love.

We entered the classroom. I scanned the whole class. There were all of the people I knew. But there was also someone I didn't know. A boy. He looked cute. The boy had black hair. But I noticed something strange. His hairends seemed to be ice blue. Then I looked into his eyes. They were ice blue, just like mine. So my brother was right that night. I was definately never alone. I found someone who was similar to me.

I sat down at my place. The Bella rang just in time and our class teacher entered the room. "Good morning children!" "Good morning!" we replied. Only the boy and I didn't. Couldn't he talk?

The teacher wanted him to stand outside and introduce himself. He looked emotionless. Just like I was. But He was brave enough to stand up and introduce himself. He didn't know how to start but then he took a piece of chalk and started to write on the board. I couldn't wait to know him better.