LOGINSince I didn't want to get into the total stress tomorrow morning, I conjured up four suitcases and started packing. Four suitcases might be excessive for a vacation, but if I were to really stay there longer then I should pack properly. Besides, I had no idea what the weather would be like there. Maybe afterwards I would bother to bother Google with it.
After collecting, dusting and opening my suitcase, I went to my luxurious walk-in closet.
I had clothes, shoes, jewelry and everything else sorted by color; I definitely had too much free time. I took a stack of tops, a stack of dresses, several jeans, denim skirts and all that other stuff and put it in the suitcase. When I had stuffed everything into the suitcase, the hardest part came at the end.
Somehow I still had to get the case closed, oh my god. As I always said, violence wasn't a solution, but a way. So I trampled on my suitcase and dropped onto it to squeeze all of the stuff together so I could zip up.
That was a really surefire way that I used on the remaining three suitcases. Besides that, I checked my watch quickly. Shock! It was already 10.30 p.m.! If I didn't get my beauty sleep, I was in a bad mood in the morning and had terrible, dark circles under the eyes that were difficult to cover up with make-up.
I quickly ran into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, put on my nightgown and literally jumped into bed. It squeaked menacingly, but this bed was stable and would definitely survive this evening.
After I quickly set the alarm clock, I fell asleep right away. Tomorrow I would worry if I got around to it.
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I was rudely woken up when my alarm clock suddenly started ringing shrilly. Of course, it was really always the alarm clock.
Still half asleep I looked for the alarm clock and threw it noisily against the wall. Since the ringing stopped, I assumed it was broken. The alarm clock hadn't been very expensive anyway.
Finally, calm. I was about to go back to sleep when it occurred to me that I was moving to Montana today. Not necessarily the greatest motivation to crawl out of my cozy bed.
When I opened my eyes, I had to squint hard for half an eternity because the light was just too bright.
A few minutes later I got up and went into the bathroom, where I smacked my face with a good load of water to really wake up. When I dared a look in the mirror, I saw a totally sleepy face that was not yet ready to face the ordeal of the day.
"Eat!", My father called cheerfully from the kitchen.
I quickly found something reasonably comfortable to wear, as I had a long drive ahead of me. Why didn't I take the plane to Montana? My father was afraid of flying, so he avoided flying as much as possible. That's why he forbade me to fly. I found that pretty unfair, why shouldn't I be allowed to fly just because my father was afraid of flying? Every time I asked about it again, he showed me statistics showing how many planes crashed each year. He had become overcautious since my mother and little brother Matt died.
Since I didn't want to miss my breakfast, I hurried and got down to the kitchen in record time. There I sat on a chair across from the counter, grabbed a plate and one of those incredibly delicious and fragrant pancakes. Since the pancake wasn't sweet enough on its own, I grabbed the powdered sugar and sprinkled so much of it on it that it looked like a sugary, snowy landscape. My taste buds were so dulled that I just took more of everything, be it sugar or salt. I greedily devoured the pancake in one piece and forgot to chew it.
Did you actually listen to me?" It came from June."Huh?" I made absently. Since I had been somewhere else with my thoughts, I unfortunately could not fully listen to her."The ball ..." June said slowly and looked at me in disbelief."You're telling me that you haven't listened at all for the last two hours? Then I'll have to explain everything again," June groaned annoyed."So it was about that Halloween party, right?""Exactly. We need real costumes, something original. No Twilight nonsense and no discounter scraps.""Okay, okay," I said, holding up my hands soothingly.She told me all over again, leaving no details out, and telling me what she had heard from the party last year. Of course she hadn't even been to school then, but she had asked around a little, as she also told me. At some point I ignored some of what she was telling me because she spoke without a period.She cheered excitedly, and I really wonder
closed my eyes, wondering if this was a tactic to get me around or if it was just for concentration."Okay, what are you feeling right now?"I listened curiously inside myself and tried to find out what I was feeling. There was just ... nothing."Nothing at all."I could literally hear him put on such a smug smile again, yes yes, read that right, heard! Suddenly I felt warm breath on my skin and shortly afterwards warm, soft lips on mine. My brain was switched off, I had stopped thinking, that apparently wasn't too difficult for me.At first I stiffened, then I kissed back. Thinking wasn't an option right now. He pulled away from me again and I opened my eyes. I was shocked, excited, angry - furious - and well, I was seething inside me."And what are you feeling now?" He asked me and grinned at me.I would have loved to slap myself because I had actually fallen for him. That bullshit. I probably had to show him where the hammer
What actually happened? I just remember how all the devices flew through the air," I said, thinking of the little tornado that had swept through the room."That wasn't the machine, honey. It was you," Lucian told me.I just skipped over the 'sweetness', I really didn't feel like arguing, and above all no energy. Should I now claim damages, or what exactly did he mean by that? I wasn't Bruce Almighty after all, was I? Maybe the tornadoes were one of my skills?"We believe that your ability is the element of air. Every millennium exactly four of us are born with elements. This is actually quite unusual as each ability of us is unique. Each other's abilities are sometimes repeated over the millennia, however it is never exactly the same, but rather a facet of it. However, the elements are repeated more or less regularly and those who have these abilities mostly perform some miracles. Caesar was also one of us gifted. He ruled the element earth, that was carved in s
Damien pulled the metal thing down a little further in front of my face and then put it on me like glasses. It even had temples like this and I was kind of forced to look through them.Then he fastened my arms and legs with leather straps and tested them again to make sure that they were really tight enough."How long does it usually take?" I asked him.I was a little intimidated by this device. Most of all, I was worried that I was buckled up like a convict. I couldn't move either, I'd already tried that."It depends," Damien muttered."And for what?""You will see."Damien went to the door and locked it so that it was now pitch dark. This room had no windows or lamps and every second it only got more creepy.The nerdy, whose name I still didn't know, squealed like a cornered guinea pig. I hadn't noticed that she was still in the room. What was she doing here? That wasn't a cinema."Okay, let's go", with the
Yeah ... he's just as hot as Damien. I would say it's a matter of taste," June said and her thoughts were probably somewhere else."Probably more of an aberration of taste. His ego really needs to be rubbed down like the one on it. He probably expects every female being to adore him and -""It's Damien, after all. I mean ... it's Damien!"A few people turned to us and grinned knowingly before moving on."June, I think we have to go back to class," I said as the corridor was now emptying faster and faster."What a bummer, next we have skills. Come on now!" June suddenly said impatiently to me and pretended to be texting her the whole time.We went to the said subject in a hurry. I was relieved to find that Teacher wasn't there yet. We were in a gym or something like that.The entire gym was made of metal, except for the floor and windows, and security devices that stood around. First aid kits were attached to a wall every two meters, t
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep ..."Where's that goddamn alarm clock?" I growled half asleep.Rest, finally. June had turned the alarm off. Why did my mornings always start with the high-pitched ringing of an alarm clock?"Shit! It's almost half past seven!" She shouted, shocked, and literally jumped out of bed.Now my lazy bum started moving too, I threw back the covers and put on my pink plush slippers.I shuffled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. You could call me a scarecrow, my hair was completely knotted and I had dark circles.I owed the dark circles to the horror films yesterday evening - or rather today in the morning.I fought my way through my hair with my brush and after what felt like hours I had untied it. A little shocked, I looked at my brush. I hair like a dog or some other creature.I smacked a little more powder on my face, or rather on the dark circles, and smeared the edges with my index finger.