Fire And Ice

Chapter Two

The school's inside seemed even bigger than the outside, which seemed next to impossible, yet here it was. Tall marble archways and collums, hard marble floors. I didn't see much of it, though, because there were a lot of people and they were taller than I was.

I jolted at a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw nobody, so I turned the other way and found Joshua. "Ha-ha." I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

"I'm sorry. Anyways, um, can you help me?" He asked, jesturing to his sister right beside him, whose arm was encased in ice. I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"I can't control it, you know. It's why I'm here. Why all of us are here."

"No, it's not. You'll see. Give me your hand." He told me, grabbing my hand. "Hey, what are you--"

"Shush. Imagine a campfire."

"Why?" I asked angrily, trying to yank my hand away. Suddenly a collum if flames shot from my hand and onto Sandy's frozen arm. It melted in seconds, and she yanked her hand back. The fire didn't stop coming from my hand, and I yanked it away and pointed up. "Look what you did!" I accused, and Joshua looked a little paniced. "What type of campfire is that big?!" He asked me, looking up at the flames that were now abouteight feet high. I could feel the heat, but it didn't bother me. The other kids began to give me a wide berth, but Joshua stayed beside me. He probably felt guilty.

"So, are you going to help?" I asked, gesturing to the fire I was spouting.

"I can't make but so much ice on command without losing control--"

"BUT YOU JUST SAID--"

"I know what I just said, but it's different--"

"Child, how is it any different?"

"Because...I'm...I DON'T HAVE RED HAIR."

"What?"

"I don't know!" He cried at last, and in doing so he shot his hands above him and froze the whole ceiling, and putting my fire out.

Everyone stopped walking and just stared at us and the ceiling at this point. The headmistress appeared in front of me and Joshua, following everyone's gave upwards. And then she did the craziest thing.

She laughed.

Then she whipped around to Joshua and me and hissed, "You're grounded and you're on house arrest."

She disappeared again, and Joshua let out a breath. "What are you sighing for?" I asked. He was the one who was related to the headmistress and should be even more embarassed.

"My mom didn't put me on house arrest."

"So?"

"Her idea of getting grounded is no technology for a week. I don't own a phone."

I stepped on his toes. "Jerk." I mumbled, which he laughed at. If I'm being honest, he and I used to be close friends when we were in elementary school. But then his dad died in a car accident, and he holed himself away, and when he finally came from whatever dark abyss he was in, it was years later and I'd moved on when he wouldn't let me in. I could understand, though.

I just kinda don't like him for not talking to me for years.

Shaking myself back into reality, I saw that we were now heading into a huge room with tables--and I swear it gave me a Hogwarts feeling, only even bigger, and instead of candles it was glowing orbs. There had to already be a thousand students in here, not een counting us who were pouring in. Each one seemed to be different, though, wearing a different color at each table.