The Becoming
745 Words
JENNA
Chapter 3
I wasn't sure what was becoming of me, but I felt strangely cold like the winter, but it felt strangely comfortable. The ice felt more of coat soothing my skin. I took a deep breath into my lungs the air became cold less than a second in my lungs as I exhale creating smoke.
The cold they felt nice. I tried to keep my breathing slow so no one will see smoke coming out of my nostrils. Relaxed I move into different classrooms for different subjects and listened to class lectures without a problem thanks to the cold.
I always knew that I was different, my mother too. Since she always excelled in everything she does a prodigy and a pure beauty. No humans can be like that only the unique does.
My mother said that I had born the same genes as her that I am like her, but I don't know my mother meaning behind that.
By the end of the day I still feel the cold wrapping me they felt very nice I wish it could last like this forever, but some part of my brain sends warning signs that it wasn't for the best. It wasn't good for me.
I took out the box my mother gave to me on my birthday. Strangely when I touched the box with my hand's white ink like snow spread throughout the box. In the end, the box was fully covered in snow. Surprised, I turn to look around if anybody was around. No one.
I sighed in relief as I place my hands around the box only then did the snow on the box melt. Surprised there were words written on top of the box, Fairest. Written in cursive.
Automatically, the box opens up on its own. Shocked, at seeing the box my mouth became as wide as an O shape. Inside the box held a necklace, a dark blue crystal decorated beautifully. The blue crystal was as blue as the dark abyss of the ocean, but inside the crystal looked like there is something in it and it was glowing faintly.
I took out the necklace touching the crystal in my hand feeling the cold coming from it. It felt nice. I put it around the neck tying it. It felt comfortable so comfortable that I didn't take it off.
I went home to shower only to realize that Ash didn't ask a single question about the color of my hair. Will she tell the people in school? Will she do that? She doesn't look like the type of people who talks about people on their backs. She wouldn't, but then again I can't trust someone I just met completely. Irritated I screamed silently inside the shower to lift off the pressure.
Please. I don't want to be a freak. I don't want people to look at me differently I just lost my mother this is not the right time for me to be looked at differently.
Tired I went out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my petite body and another wrapped around my hair. I went in front of my mirror and took down the towel from my hair. I could see that there were some white hair strands.
I comb through my hair, wore my nightgown, and blow dry my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror. I always remind myself that I am beautiful and should be confident this is what fine lady should do and look like this. All of this was what my mother had taught me.
I tried to put on a smile on my face, but they looked fake. I think for the time being I should just be alone for a while been busy with studies do some gyms just basically get busy to forget the death of my mother.
My mother will always be in my heart. I held the stone in my hands looking at the mirror. They do look beautiful and I always look good in blue.
My mother said blue is beautiful like a pure soul. I didn't get what my mother said but those words always seem to be stuck on my mind.
I yawned a tear ran down my eyes as a sign that I should go to sleep. I crawled onto the bed and slept immediately when my head hits the pillow and during that night I dreamed of something weird.
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