Willow
I curl up on the stark, damp floor in a never ending room of darkness, trying to conserve body heat, but I can feel the coldness seeping into my bones nevertheless. Shivering, I get to my feet, a cold sweat breaks out across my forehead. I look around warily and my vision wavers, I stumble and fall, I fall right through the floor. As I crash through the seemingly solid floor; my screams fade, I can hear a bell ringing, it gets louder and louder. Then I open my eyes.
I see Cole looking at me, his face filled with concern. "Are you alright?" He asks me. I look around, the classroom is empty. "Willow?" He asks again. It was a recurring nightmare. I ponder it, the thought sends shivers down my spine and my hands glow red. Cole leans back a bit.
"I- I'm fine..." I finally say. "Just... just another lucid dream."
"Your still having those?" He packs my math work up and stuffs it in my backpack.
"Yeah..." I flex my fingers, the reddish-white hue dissipates. "Not as bad as the last couple times though..." I lie. If anything; it was worse.
Cole looks solemnly at me. "Do you want to talk about it?" The tiniest smile appears on my face.
"I think I'm okay." For now. I finish in my head. "What class do we have next?" My minds crammed with worries, I can't even remember what class I have next.
"No class. School just ended." He replies. I look at him, my head rests on the desk, my arms acting as a pillow.
"Okay." I say plainly. I stand up and reach for my bag. Cole hesitates.
"Umm... why did your hands do that?" He asks nervously. Back when I met him in ninth grade, I fell down the stairs at my school and knocked right into him, taking Cole down with me. I hit my head pretty hard which caused a concussion, and Cole twisted his ankle. Amazing first impression, don't you think? After I had apologized we became good friends. But the day before the start of tenth grade he showed up to my house, unannounced. My parents weren't home, and my brother -Henry- was at a basketball game, so he just walked up to my room. Meanwhile, I was lying on my bed, eyes closed and using my powers to write down my homework. I didn't hear him come in, the music was too loud. It wasn't until a couple minutes later when I sensed him standing there. I sat up abruptly and stopped the red-white energy come from my hands. He stared at me, I stared back.
"What was that?!" He had asked me. So, I ended up telling him my whole life story. I was born with these... 'powers', the older I got the stronger they became. I also explained now he was the only person who knew about these powers. They also had to stay secret.
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I can't say the dream caused the flare up. But I'm not able think of anything else. "Uh. Just thinking?" He searches my face, if he sees any hints of my lying; he doesn't mention it. Instead he drops the backpack into my arms and smiles at me.
"Today's Friday." He says. This doesn't register with me.
"So?" I question.
"So we have that field trip next week!" He says enthusiastically. I groan. Next week on Monday we would be taking a trip to the museum. And I have to take Henry with me. Henry's only two years younger than me; Thirteen, so the principal and the teacher chaperone for this trip, are allowing him to tag along, but I have to watch him. "Oh come on, it won't be that bad!" He says.
"Oh yes it will." I grumble. I snatch my backpack out of his hands and walk out. Unaware that my hands have started glowing ever so slightly. I don't actually care that my brother is coming, I love him. But these powers- they feel like a burden. I can't do anything with them. They're useless unless I want to get experimented on. Which I would prefer not to be.
I stalk up to my locker and throw the door open, ripping the door off it's hinges in the process. Where did that come from?! My powers have never, ever, affected my strength. But I guess; anything is possible. A few heads turn my way, but as stealthily and quickly as I can, I mold the metal hinges back together, red-white coming off my hands. I quickly grab my stuff from my locker and run home.
