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I wake up to the sound of the shower running

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I wake up to the sound of the shower running. 

autumn

I dash out of bed even though I know I'm too late; I get there just in time to hear the audible click of the lock as Autumn shuts me out. 

"What the hell! I told you I wanted to shower first! Autumn!" My fists pound against the bathroom door, and I hear her laugh over the sound of the shower. 

"You know what they say, sister. Early bird gets the worm!" She cackles again, and my blood boils. 

Autumn's and my bedroom are the only two upstairs, on opposite ends of the hallway. In the middle and straight across the stairs is our bathroom. With my door open, I only have to glance to my left to catch my alarm clock. It's 7:15 - forty-five minutes before our first day of senior year officially starts and fifteen minutes after the time I'd set my alarm to last night. 

She'd sabotaged me. Autumn had turned it off, but I already knew that. Yet, there's no point in arguing with her now. I just want revenge. 

I crouch down low to the ground and plant my hands on the dark wood, right in front of the bathroom door. 

Unlike Autumn, I've never had an issue getting the results I want. The frost comes almost readily, as though it's in every pore, even vein. It comes with a rage, and for a moment, I almost lose myself in it. 

Yet, my problem is getting the results I want in the exact way I want them. My problem is control. I intended to slick the floor only a little, a coating of ice that will end in Autumn biting it. But what comes is a three-inch thick ice shelf. It spreads, racing into the bathroom and crawling up the door frame. I'm surprised, and it takes a bit of concentration to stop myself while I'm ahead. 

Mom's going to kill me. 

But when I hear Autumn step out of the shower only to face-plant on the frosted floor, I know it's totally going to be worth it. 

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