Chapter One-Home

Thud! My body hit the mat, "There's more where that comes from cripple" Okay before I tell my story I should introduce myself. My name first of all is Northern Wind. It's a strange name I know but that's what I'm named. I'm four foot five which is just perfect for my age my mother says (Which is ten.) I have a brace on my right leg from breaking it when I was four and the doctor didn't set it strait.

My brace has been modified from a squeaky always jamming up brace, to a smooth sliding, barely squeaking, adjustable brace that has a small holster for a knife. I didn't fix it personally I took it off for bed once and in the morning it was had been remade into the brace I have just described to you. I have white hair not whitish\blond but white. I have a love for the cold the reason for that you will find out in a while if you keep reading I also have light blue eyes.

I think that I have given an apt description of myself so I'll get to the entire reason I'm writing this book to show people what life is like to be a demi-god. Read Percy Jackson and the Olympians it gives a great description of what it is like to be a demi-god. I'll continue

Thud! My body hit the mat, "There's more where that comes from cripple" Jacob Florum whispered into my ear. He let me up. I got up and hopped to where my brace was leaning against the edge of the boxing\wrestling mat. I put the brace on and walked over to the bench my body protesting as I sat down.

I hurt every where. My arms ached from all the times they had been under Jacobs's weight, my leg naturally hurt, My chest felt like it had broken a couple of ribs. I walked out of the gym feeling like I had been in a trash compressor and someone had turned it on. I almost cried from relief when the period was over and I was able to escaped being pounded. I hobbled to my next class, English.

By the time English was done I was still feeling sore. I got out to the bus when my brace jammed "Rats" I said looking at my brace. It was covered in mud. After seeing the mud I ducked. Recent experiences served me well. I glanced up as a ball of mud sailed through where my head had been. I hopped into the bus.

A scream of terror tore through the air I turned around and saw Jacob Florum encased in ice in the pose of throwing a mud clod. I climbed into my seat and started cleaning my brace. While stealing glances at the now frozen Jacob, a group of teachers were standing there gawking at the statue of Jacob. As one three teachers promptly fainted. I grinned maybe this summer would be fun.

I finished cleaning and set my cleaning kit into my backpack. I tried to come up with an answer to what had happened that day. Besides having Jacob frozen I don't think that there had been any change to what would have happened had it been Monday. The bus started up and the bus driver pulled the bus from the curb.

I no longer could think because of the bumping, skidding, and talking in the bus. I settled down in my seat to wait. I should have known it wouldn't be that easy. Nielson Madero and Carson Birch sat down on either side of me. "So this is the runt that froze our brother." I had no idea what they were talking about I couldn't even freeze a fish right, and as far as I knew those three weren't related to each other, they all had different last names, they all looked different. I decided that they were crazy. "Get off if you live in Winding Surry" Mr. Calhoun yelled. It was a ten minute walk from Winding Surry to my house but Nielson and Carson were giving me hungry looks as if deciding what I would taste like in a main course.

I waked out of the bus and down the road that would take me home. I could see through the glass windows Nielson and Carson still watching me hungrily. I put that out of my mind and started walking home.

The warm homely smell of baking bread drove all other thoughts away as I washed up and went into the kitchen to help my mom with the bread. It turned out that she had finished her last loaf and I was able to enjoy fresh homemade bread.

I finished up two pieces slathered in honey and homemade strawberry jam. "Were going to Disney Land in….." she said while looking at the clock "an hour or less just depends when you get packed." She absent mindedly cut a piece of bread and eat it in a couple of bites.

My mom I should describe as a mild mannered smart actress who everyone likes. The truth is that she wasn't very smart and ever since my dad went to Canada and never come back well she wasn't in her right mind all the time. But I will challenge anyone who says that their mom can cook better. My mom is the BEST cook in the world.

She used to be an actress until she accidently cut a rope while practicing and the rope was attached to a sand bag and the sand bag had fallen onto the producer's head and the producer went down along with her job. She has long red\brown hair, blue eyes, about five feet nine inches and had a ring on her finger that had a snowflake incased in crystal on it.

I ran to the closet next door picked a backpack and was packing in a flash. I chose clothes that my mom would deem worthy. A button down collared shirt, extra pair of pants, a couple of shirts, underwear, some shorts and a pair of PJ's.

I swung my backpack onto my shoulder and was in the kitchen. I ran around the corner to see my mom standing in the kitchen making something. I couldn't see her suitcase or her jacket. I put caution to the winds and asked her where her stuff was and when we were going to leave. With a confused look on her face she asked "Who told you we were going any where." After that my moms' condition continually worsened