Chapter 32- Crying

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I wrote a whole chapter and then it was deleted!! (*^*)WHYYY!... I want to burry my head and not see daylight for my entire existence.

Amy's POV-

I went to sleep early feeling the exhaustion take over by body and sleep overwhelm me.

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I was jerked awake from someone pushing me onto the ground. I hissed in a rolling heap of blankets as I tried to get out of my trap of quilts. Halting my struggling long enough I turned around in the dark, which I could see surprisingly well in, to glare at Gertrude who was the owner of the hand that had pushed me off in the first place, then dragging my glare to my alarm clock to see that it was only 20 minutes before my alarm would go off signaling for me to wake up, which it was to late for that.... I was already awake.

"WHY DID YOU PUSH ME!" I hissed irritated and moved my heated gave back to Gertrude who only shrugged annoyingly. "You were twitching in your sleep." She wound a curl of hair around her finger as I squirmed out of my blankets. "And you started to shred up your pillow." She nudged the clothe filled sack down to the floor with me where I could see claw marks and scratches marring the pillow's surface.

We both sat in silence, Gertrude tugging on her strand of hair while I lamely tried to put back in the stuffing that had escaped from the pillow. "Maybe I should come with you to school..." She suddenly spoke, releasing the lock of hair and letting bounce back with the rest. "I mean we wouldn't want you accidently setting something on fire."

I rolled my eyes, "You can't just enroll in school especially with no background or parents... And for your information I already set something on fire."

"That isn't something you should be proud of!" Gertrude tossed another pillow at me which hit me squarely in the face. I huffed and shoved the pillow off of me. The elder women was gathering more hair and twirling around her finger again. "Which reminds me I don't even know your affinities which makes you a wild card."

"Affinities?" I questioned.

"Abilities you correspond to or have a power for, it could run in a blood line or come out of nowhere. For instance, my affinity is with plants and nature, I can make them grow, twist and bend to my will, or make them shrivel and die. It's also why I like the heat more and hate the cold." I thought about the time when we found the shivering Gertrude.

"You, however, don't like the heat, so you could have a cold affinity, or it could just be in the bloodline that you don't like the heat. "

"Wait so affinities and bloodlines can have NOTHING to do with each other?!" I grabbed the side of my head.

"Yeah, you could come from a bloodline with the affinity for the cold or ice put just have a completely different main power, which would result in you liking the cold and having a different power than other blood relatives."

"Great..." I muttered unenthusiastically. "Give me another reason to be different." Gertrude looked like she was about to answer that sardonic question when my alarm clock blared to life; startling me in the process.

I rushed to my closet to pick out a uniform to wear before rushing to the bathroom to take a shower. I peeled off the bandages from my body after stepping in; tossing the soggy material into the trash bucket near the toilet.w

As the hot water fogged up the bathroom and the cascade of clear water droplets pelted my skin in a steady rhythm, some of the tension from the past few days evaporated from my body and I managed to relax under the water.

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