"Everyone either wants to kiss you, kill you, or be you" -Effie Trinket; Mockingjay
Chapter 1: Are You Gay?
"Come here little girl, I can't make you feel good" said the creature, his eyes encircled by white makeup while he wore a bright red smile, that extended rather largely across his face.
"yes, yes little one. Oh what a wonderful feeling you will feel. After a bit of pain of course" replied another, as I stood pressed up against a wall.
My 6 year-old frame was quite small, a trait I had always disliked as contradicting to my bright, sea-green eyes and dark black hair, which I loved.
"G-go away!" I stuttered, and the creatures laughed at me, almost mockingly. I fingered the band of my watch apprehensively, wondering wether I should risk what I've worked so hard to conceal or let myself get hurt.
I was never one to back down from a fight anyway.
I was about to twist the watch, I really was, but when I did, nothing happened. And I was terrified.
"Come here little one, let us make you feel better" said the group of monsters, each with their own toothy, large grin.
Gasping, I awoke from my slumber, glistening with sweat while my kaleidoscope blue, green, brown eyes were wide open and I was breathing in lungfuls of air. My brown hair with white highlights was placed stiffly upon my back, stuck there by the sweat my body had emitted from my body thanks to fear. Gross.
I brought my pale, right wrist to my face and the watch placed on it, one I never took off, read 4'o'clock in the morning.
"Gosh dang it!" i exclaimed, rushing to the bathroom and ungracefully tripping over my duvet. A small scratch appeared on my chin, but once I made it to my bathroom and passed by the mirror, it was gone.
The supposed epitome of perfection stared back at me in the mirror. Pin straight brown hair (today at least), kaleidoscope eyes, small nose, clear skin, long lashes, plump pink lips, and strong cheek bones reflected from the mirror.
Disgusted, I turned away, undressed, and got in the shower. I took a quick one, making sure to erase the sweat from my body and hair, before I exited and stepped over my pajamas while I made my way towards my closet. Among the modern day clothes on my right, the left side of my walk-in closet held all my "work clothes" per say. T-shirts of different shades with white frost-designs in them, white capris, and 3 pairs of all white Chuck Taylor's with blue frost designs were placed there, seeing as that was my usual outfit.
At the back of the closet, inside a transparent, crystal case, sat the most dangerous winter weapon of all time. But you could omit "winter" because when it was wielded by myself, it was certainly something to reckon with.
My Winter Staff, a crystal staff with a trident-like end, golden tree-like "stripes", and the name "Michelle Weather-Seasons" engraved on the side, sat there shining in all its glory. I placed my eye directly 4 centimeters away from the lock and a scanning machine examined it. Once it confirmed that I was the real Michelle Weather-Seasons, the front crystal clear panel slid upwards, sending a small gust of chilly air in my direction as I grabbed my staff.
On the control panel on the outside of the containment unit of my staff, I pressed the upwards button. The base of the box, in which my staff previously floated above, flew upwards like the bottom of an elevator, showing another of my prized possessions.
"Auxeus" I whispered, and my staff transformed itself into a billion snowflakes and fall leaves and spring flowers and little, button like balls of sunlight. Still standing in the silhouette of the staff's figure, the symbols of the seasons instantaneously spun together to form a necklace with a snowflake pendant adorned at the base. The necklace materialized itself on its usual position-my neck. It was the resting state of my staff, a sort of gift from a certain someone.
I turned my attention back to the containment unit that now held a somewhat light, navy blue hoodie with intricate, silver snowflake designs at the cuffs and other openings. As I said before, it was a treasured piece of clothing. I put it on, instantly feeling safe, protected, at home. It was the one thing I kept from my mortal past.
Taking the stairs two at a time as I exited my room, I made my way to my kitchen. The inside of my palace looked like a regular home, well, maybe one of which an extremely wealthy person lives in I suppose. Anyway my kitchen was the one thing that I was not allowed in, due to past experiences, so it has a sort of restaurant feeling to it unlike the rest of my palace. I sat at the lonely dining table and Chef Maddie, an environmental spirit, made her way to me. North had hired her for me, seeing as she was one of his old friends who didn't have much for herself. Even as spirits in the immortal world, the hardships we face are much like the ones mortals face.
The plump, gray haired, gray eyed, short woman kissed my forehead while murmuring,
"Goodmorning sweetheart". She was quite the beauty for a 60 year old looking woman.
"Goodmornin' Maddie, what's for breakfast today?" I asked the grandmotherly figure as she glided like wind into the kitchen.
"You're favorite!" she said, placing the large plate in front of me, on top of the white coaster shaped like a snowflake.
"ohmygosh! Chocolate-chip pancakes with chocolate covered strawberries and chocolate milk AND a HERSHEY COOKIES'N'CREME BAR" i exclaimed, and as you can tell, I have a bit of a chocolate addiction. My usual staid demeanor went to what I like to call my "chocolate craze".
"Right as rain my darling" she said with a kind smile.
"ooooh Maddie you're the best!" i said, containing my excitement like a child as I hugged her quickly before placing my butt in the wooden chair and digging into my meal. I sometimes found it strange how my home was a crystallized palace, and to a strangers eyes, everything was cold and crystallized, yet to people who actually saw me for who I was, everything was set as a regular home. Excluding the ball room of course.
As I finished my meal, I could feel the tingling of chocolate induced hyperactivity coursing through my veins. ADHD plus a sugar rush is never a good combination, and as always I was the lucky duck who had that combination whenever I ate my love: chocolate. Too bad I forgot to...do something I think.
I giggled, and somehow, the feeling was familiar, even though it was so rare.
"Oh dear. Darling, maybe you should take your daily medicines?" asked Maddie, but my mind was going five billion miles per minute. Not literally, cause that would be scary. I felt alive, I felt ecstatic, I felt as if I was myself again, my usual self.
"Oh no, no, no! I can't do that Maddie, I have to spread snow! And protect children! And do something I've never done!" i said in a rather loud voice that my usual self would find obnoxious. Ugh, the seriousness of myself bothered me, yet i knew that it was a necessary thing, I had to be that way. It was all her fault.
"oh dear. what have I done!" I hear Maddie exclaim, 5.3 seconds after I had dashed out the door and kicked off the ground so I could fly with the snowy owls. Many of them carried parcels in their beaks, as I smiled at them in greeting while they chirped, some nudged closer and brushed against my legs in an affectionate way.
I quickly flew as fast as the speed of sound and made it to the wonderful continent of North America. Although, it would never be as beautiful as the continent i originated from, Spain. Spain was beautiful sure, but, North America was my home. My father, being in the US NAVY, he traveled often, and so I was born in Spain, spent some of my life there, and then my family, The Jackson's, moved back to the U.S. of A. Where I lived the rest of my mortal life.
Anyway, enough of that boring backstory nobody cares about, and onto the present. Haha, present.
I landed in a small town in Maine, I had visited here once in my mortal life, but hundreds of thousands of times in my immortal present. While flying in out and about in the Maine sky, I watched the children play for a while. I was protecting them from a distance, because I knew that trouble always made its way to Trouble, and so by enjoying myself with them art his hour, I could be putting them in danger.
"Woah! You're Michelle Weather-Seasons!" exclaimed an unfamiliar voice. Quickly, efficiently, and without a second thought, I spun around, flipped the stranger on his back, and aimed the tip of my staff at his puny neck.
"WOAH! hey, hey, hey! let me go, please! I-I wasn't trying to frighten you Miss Weather-Season! I swear I wasn't!" replies the young boy as I glare at him.
"Michelle Weather-Seasons is NOT frightened of anything" I spit out as I remove the staff from his neck.
"Sorry Ice Queen. sheesh, what crawled up your a** and died?" he asked, sparking a flash of anger within me.
"WHAT did you say?!" I asked. Truthfully, I had never had anyone talk to me like that, and the feeling was welcomed. You must think I'm strange, one minute I'm in hysterics at the thought of having chocolate, and the next, I'm almost killing an immortal kid and then welcoming his insults.
That's what happens when you spend decades with everyone not daring to defy you.
"It means, take a chill pill Your Highness" he said sarcastically and I smiled.
I liked him. He had, spunk.
"Woah, why are you smiling?" he asked, his eyes glazing over as I realized the curse was taking its toll on him. My smile evaporated from my face like a drop of water in a hot summer day.
"Cause I like you" I replied, and then instantly regretted it once his eyes filled with lust. Curses.
"Really? You really do?" he asked, and I had no choice, but to try and reflect him in the nicest way possible. If I did it how mortal, non-cursed me usually did it, it would be a fatality for the young lad. Aphrodite's curses were always consisting of a defect. This flaw, however, was fatal and my heart couldn't take it.
"Of course, you're like my brothers. You got guts kid" I said, and his smile faded a bit.
"Oh. thanks I guess"
"Yeah, its refreshing to keep someone different around. Someone who isn't afraid to kill my ego every once and a while" I said with a light laugh as I discretely gave him a once over.
Red head, freckles, green eyes and over 6'1".
From my observations, I assumed he was a spring or summer spirit, meaning he was probably here to give the temperature a boost.
"so what's your name kid?"
"Geovanni" he said, because like every other spirit, he doesn't know his original last name.
"Did you make up a last name like half the immortal population?" I asked as i motioned for him to walk with me as I stripped the trees of winter coats.
"Nah, just Geovanni"
"Well, since your name is quite the mouthful, Im gonna call you Geo" I stated and Geo chuckled.
"Sounds good to me. Anyway, can I ask you questions? I'm kinda you're...I mean I'm curious"
"Go ahead. No personal questions though" I replied as the snow beneath my feet fled the ground and turned into water. I could already tell, that this one was different. Maybe he played the same team, gender wise I mean.
"...and I just wanted to know, like, are-"
"Are you gay?" I asked, and the redhead only gave me a crooked smirk. Did I just make this awkward?
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I've rewritten this story so many times, oh my Lordy, but this ones gonna be the last!
I hope.
anyways, enjoy!
-Elle