I opened and closed the front door quietly. Mother looked at me from the couch, laying back into the seat, a book in her hand.
"How was your day?" She asked lightly.
"Fine." I said, walking past her to go to my room.
"Hey," she said, and I stopped. "How was skill management?" She asked. I turned to face her, to look at her. A clump of hair curled down into my face, and I pulled it behind my ear.
"It was useless." I shook my head, my eyebrows pinching into a slight glare. The air pulled past me in cold strands.
Mother sighed, smiling.
"Just dig deep. It'll make more sense eventually." She nodded at me, before looking back down at her book, ending the conversation.
'Dig deep'? I rolled my eyes, turning and going to my room.
Closing the door, I felt the air circulating in my room. It chilled my skin. I kept the lights off.
I walked to my bed, taking off my shoes, and laid down, looking at the ceiling through the blackened air.
Oliver and Mom told me it would get better, but it was just a second English class. I don't need more fiction, I need help.
I could feel the air in the dark room settle as I continued laying down, breathing. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I could've been having the time of my life with my friends.
My heart started to stutter.
Instead, here I am, with useless books to read that won't help me and my power.
My stomach curled.
Here I am with drama class and a part I might not get. My breaths thickened and grew faster. Here I am with one friend.
I closed my eyes tightly. As if not seeing anything would make everything disappear.
"This school sucks." I whispered to myself. I could feel smoke puff out of my mouth.
I let it escape, curling through the air. No point in stopping it; who cares anyway. Maybe it will run out and i can go back to my normal school.
Maybe it'll fill the air and I won't have to deal with anything anymore.
Heat pulled through my body from my lungs.
I'll probably have the body of a smoker when I'm old. All because of this 'power', this weakness. I never wanted this.
I opened my eyes. The smoke was black, rising thickly out of my partially opened mouth. My eyes widened in alarm and I felt a queasiness in my stomach.
Barely in my view, coming from my mouth, I could see something glowing.
It was fire.
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Smoke
FantasyA girl thrown into a new school struggles to accept her powers and herself. Cecil used to have a normal life. Friends. Family. She had an average life, until five months ago, when she discovered that she could breathe smoke. She then transferred to...
