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❝never live each day like it's your last. because then you'd be miserable. live each day with a smile, and soon it'll come naturally.❞
mood: content, calm
but also worried.
tagged: a lot of people.
with: a lot of people.the glowing morning sunlight echoed throughout the woods. the dead winter trees looked so electric with a fine layer of snow, and the ground, covered in the white blanket, shone back the soft radiant light. i would have had to squint if i wasn't used to it. i came up here every morning, usually alone, but sterling would sometimes join me. i hoped no one else knew i came here at the crack of dawn, though i knew some of them had their suspicions, and i certainly hoped none of them knew why. yes, it was to calm me- and it did. who wouldn't be relaxed with the crisp air and snowy atmosphere? but this particular spot, sitting on the bench out looking a great river, roaring and splashing along the banks, is where the border is. though the river passes me, by then it has turned into a more subtle flow of water. it has always, always, puzzled me how the river can pass through, yet humans can't. the invisible line is a few center meters away from my nose- sometimes i can almost imagine there isn't one. but i reach out my hand, and sure enough i can feel it. my heart, like always, drops.
with a tiny sigh, i try to suppress the longing for a way out, the longing to get out of camp, to cross the boarder and get back into the real world. but how would we? shaking my head, as if shaking away the thoughts, i got up, my feet crunching the snow beneath me as i walked away from the bench, and away from the boarder. i tried to keep my footsteps quiet, like i always did, and focused on not turning the ground i walked on into ice. i could move things with my mid- which gave me a terrible headache if the object was too strong, and i have power over ice, so we believe. when im in a bad mood, it can be hard to control it, so the room often becomes very cold, the windows will freeze up, or any near by ponds. people know to stop talking to me if it starts to get chilly. thinking of my ability, i touch a near by tree, and sure enough, the bark around my hand is covered in a layer of ice. it doesn't always happen when i touch thins, only when i want it too, but, like i said, when i'm not in a stable mood my power doesn't always obey me. taking my hand away from the tree with a tiny chuckle, i rush into the center of the two large cabins, one for girls, one for boys. with my feet slightly parted in the snow, i cup my hands around my mouth and yell "Get up! Training in half an hour!". i have a number of theories why im always the one to wake everyone up- one, i have the loudest voice, two, im always awake before everyone else, or three- i'm lead girl. still, i would much prefer a bell.
format- red lace.
