I paused with the fork in my mouth as I raised a brow at Frost's questioning stare.
"You're....are you okay," she asked from her seat in front of me at our official lunch table.
I smiled and nodded.
"Are you sure? Your hair is straight. The last time it was straight you weren't you," she said cautiously.
"Well the last time I checked, you were...a very cold person," that was not what I wanted to say but you know what we should all make an effort to be nice at least once a day.
"I'm...not the topic of this conversation, you are," she said with no room for smart comments.
"I'm fine," I responded honestly. After the other night I have been feeling so chill. I don't even have words to explain it.
"You sure, because the other night," she trailed off with a look. I chuckled and shook my
Thanks for the Gems, guys! The more the merrier! Haha!
I smiled at a picture of Kat's kindergarten graduation photo. I loved her chubby cheeks. Sadly enough she obsessed over getting rid of it as soon as she hit puberty. I sighed and continued down the stairs. "Hey," I greeted Henry with a smile. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you," he said. "Yeah, I got the message," I said glancing around. "The hot dad let me in," I cringed as the words left his lips. "Don't ever say that again," I said motioning for him to follow me as I walked into the living room. "Is it wrong of me to say that I never thought you were rich," he said glancing around. I chuckled, sitting down. "That was exactly what I was hoping to achieve. A taste of deception," I said pulling a pack of gummy bear open. "So what did you want to talk about," I sa
When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. When life gives you some stalker free time, you investigate... I opened my notebook and began to jot down what I know. The I*******m sensation, Dimples was a murder. I had no proof but it was a gut feeling, also I really hated him so why not. He was my number one suspect but his identity was also an unknown factor. I had a few things pointing towards the I*******m sensation. Number 1, was his dimples. No one could tell me that those indented cheeks were not the same, also he had perfect teeth so I should probably jot that down. "And heart shaped pink lips," I whispered softly to myself as I wrote the words. I paused and glanced at the occupants of my school's library. It was a free period and there were not many students here. I shrugged and went back to writing. I was 25% sure no one heard that awkward moment. &nbs
I walked out of the school building and unto the soccer field. With the green grass and golden sunshine, I welcomed a breathe of fresh air as it soothed my nerves. I was confident that even though may stalker was temporarily pacified, he was still watching me. I scanned the field and paused when my eyes landed on the man dressed in sweats. I began to approach him, quickening my pace at the sight of tall figures leaving the changing room. As I got closer to the man, a familiar scent engulfed me. I was a few feet away when he turned and I suddenly knew why. “Uncle Elijah,” I said enthusiastically. I nearly topped him over as I jumped and wrapped my arm around his neck. “Hey,” he replied hugging me back. “Try not to kill me, I breathe air like every other guy,” he choked out. I immediately released him with a sheepish look on his face. “What are you doing here,” I asked, the last
I raised my hands and knocked slowly on the door in front of me. I felt down and sad and bad because I just blew off Chris, he probably thought that I was angry at him for the other day. I sighed, I knew the universe hated me. Just when I was happy and finally had a grip on life, ‘boom’, it all went in my face. The door finally opened and Frost appeared in the doorway. She glanced behind her and then exited the house, closing the door behind her she then grabbed my hand and began pulling me from whence I came. “My parents can’t see you here,” she said as we began our trot to wherever we were going. “What did wanted to talk about,” she asked. I didn’t want to talk, I just wanted to walk as crazy as that sounds. I took a deep breath and stared at the bright green trees, so beautiful and free. “Okay, snap right out of it,” Frost said a tight grip on my shoulder, pulling me
How was supposed to fix a damaged link between the soul and the mind. You did great, Bella. Created a problem that you don’t know how to solve. Hey, Shadow care to lend a hand. I glanced out the window and saw no subtle movement. P**a! I sighed and closed my eyes. The mind is a conduit for the soul. The eyes are the doorway to someone’s soul. I guess, I disrupted a link between the two but how do I reestablish that link. Huh, with magic, of course. Then that means that I can’t do it on my own. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders as I opened my eyes and glanced at Henry. It needed to be a team effort. The more I thought about it the more excited I became. “Right around the corner,” Frost directed. “This is Simon's house. I haven’t seen him in a while,” Chris commented pulling into the driveway of two floor house submerged in trees.
I sighed in front of my mirror, staring petrified at my reflection. Tonight was the night, I tell my..boyfriend..of..a couple weeks or is it days..anyways, I have to tell him every supernatural detail of mine and his or is it his and mine- “Okay, I can’t do this,” I said completely freaking out. I reached towards my back to unzip my dress but I couldn’t reach it. Frost chuckled evilly instead of helping me. “You’re the one who wanted to date him,” she said with a smug smile on her face. I shot a glare in her direction. “I thought he would be a breathe of fresh air from all this supernatural dilemma,” I said loudly with a frustrated screech towards the end. Frost finally came to my rescue and unzipped my dress. I pulled it off and threw on a oversized hoodie, his oversized hoodie. I wanted to cry. I stuffed my head into hands and dropped my ass on m
I skipped through the story book for the 100th time. What was I missing? How hard could it possibly be to decode a children’s book? Why was I so persistent? I sighed and stuffed it into my duffle bag. Today was the day I accompanied Frost to yonder, to get her powers back. I was lost in my mind, locked away deep down. There was a sense of urgency in the air, as if I was running out of time and I hated it. What was coming and why was it coming? I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my nerves but little did it do. My phone vibrated and I knew that Frost was here. I lingered a moment before grabbing my bag and exiting my room. The house was empty. Ralph, Kat, Aunt Ciara and the boys had left to stay with Mrs. Luna, she was more excited than anyone to see the new buns in the oven. Most importantly she wanted to be there when those bus come out. She was weird yet smart old lady. I locked the doo
On my 17th birthday I received a gift. A gift that I can not remember but I know I got. It was a box, small but not too small. I can feel the contents inside that box hitting against its wall in this current moment. I can feel the familiarity of the person who gave it me but I can’t see. I can’t see! I inhaled sharply my heat beating out of my chest and my eyes wet with tears. My hands are bound and my feet are bound. I was seated in a chair with an intense ringing in my ears. It sounded like a prolonged scream. Muffled voices pushed through. I tried to speak but my words sounded like I was on drugs. At one point I swore I told someone to suck my toe. Suddenly the darkness faded and my eyes were wide opened and staring through my foggy vision. “Child, shut your mouth. Where my glasses at,” I said absolutely uncalled for and dumbly. “Where is me,” I