*namn som inte finns* [PRS FT-PB]

(Du skrev på svenska i slutet hehe)

I talked to Jonah for a while, mostly nonsense like weather and stuff. It was nice to talk to him though. I knew he had some troubles with his mother in the hospital after an overdose of self-medication. We didn't talk about that, thankfully, I don't think any of us would like to.
The bell rang and we went to class. We had English. I liked English class. I loved to write, and on my spare time I used to write on a novel I started for a couple of months ago. So I was kinda happy when I walked into the classroom. But before I walked in, I saw that girl who called me bitch before. Only for a second though, she was on her way to another classroom. She went to this school?

(Oopsss är van att skriva konversationer på engelska men det andra på svenska)
I didn't do anything the next hour. I just blasted music in my earphones, not listening at all to what the teacher said.

I felt hot all over, but I couldn't move. Everyone would know that my hands were like torches.

"Cassiopeia?", someone whispered close by.
I didn't answer, because I knew that people worth talking to wouldn't call me that name.
"Cassie?", the voice asked again and this time I gave them my attention. I hadn't seen that boy before, wich probably explained why he didn't know my name.
He just smiled at me. A really nice smile that made my stoumach turn in disgust. I frowned at him, looking away after a second. Ew.

This lesson was about characters, and how to make them realistic. I didn't quite need a lesson in that kind of stuff, one of my writing strengths was to make my characters real. Although I listened carefully and took notes now or then. But there was this guy, I think he's named Riley, who made up a poem full of grammar mistakes about drugs and read it out loud the entire lesson while the others were studying or writing. That was annoying, especially when you're still thrilled about being frozen again. Because I was. Every time I didn't turn my head or moved my fingers to write, my heart started beating twice as fast as it should. Lucky me it didn't happen again.

When the lesson was over, I quickly scooted over to my locker. My hands had calmed down and they were not that hot anymore. But still, I couldn't shake the hot feeling that lurked on my body. It seemed as though, every time I saw that girl, the hot, burning sensation started all over again. I felt on fire, hot to the core.
Running to the tree unnoticed was easy. I had my training. But what wasn't easy was containing the burning feeling inside of me. As soon as I sat down on the grass, I could feel it slowly turning to ash beneath me. What on earth?
I didn't want to move. What if I would turn the whole tree to ash? So I just sat there completely still.

"Hey", I heard someone say beside me "You are Cassie, right?", it was that boy from before. I nodded silently.
"What do you want?", I asked looking him straight in the eye.
"A friend", he said simply "I'm new here"
I looked at him and snorted. What the fuck?
"I'm not the type you want to be friends with", I said slowly, hoping to scare him away.
"My name is Carter", He said, completley ignoring what I had just said. He streched out a hand for me.
I looked at it, confused. Maybe if I shook it, he would go away? Slowly I reached my hand out and shooked it. He didn't even flinch. I knew that it had burned the other guy, and the grass.

What the hell?

The bell rang again, and I walked out of class, without Jonah this time because he was busy with some other guy he talked to. I needed to put some stuff in my locker. Therefore, I made it to my locker with my bag and put the things in there. I think I might needed to be alone this break. Usually I wasn't because I just felt guilty if I didn't talk to Jonah or help someone in trouble or something. But this time I wanted to be alone. If I would freeze again I didn't want anybody to see it.

I wandered around, watching the jocks play soccer and the bees buzzing around. It was pieceful, and nice. Oh, those flowers definitely needed to get some water.
And just when that thought was put in my head, the flowers suddently became wet and seemed to be watered. I took a step back in surprise. What did I do? Is this normal? Probably not, but how did it happen?
Then I saw that girl from before, talking to some other guy under the three in the middle of the schoolyard. Then, my hair started to become wet again. I gasped, running away from her and felt how my hair dryed. What was going on here exactly?

As I saw the girl walking in my direction, I completley ignored the boy talking to me. Walking towards her made my head ring in complete agony. But I didn't care, instead I just walked up to her, gritting my teeth as pain washed through me.
"What the fuck did you do to me", I said to her, furious as my head spinned.

(Jag tänkte att de skulle påverkas såhär tills typ första gången de kysser varandra eller ngt)

(ok låter bra)

I stared at her.
"I-I don't know", I shuddered. "Wh-what is happening? Why am I wet all the time? And ..."
Then my hair did the same thing again, I put my arms on it as if I could hide it from that wet thing.
"Now it's happening again! What is this? I can't take it away!"
I panicked. I started to cry and fell down on my knees, head resting on my palms. I was scared. Really scared.