I'm cold.

That's all I can think as I walk towards my locker. Why is it always so freaking cold in this school?

I shouldn't blame the school though, it's everywhere I go. It's me. I'm cold. I always have been, ever since I was little. Around five maybe. Too long ago to know exactly.

That's when my 'Gift' came. That's what they called it, a gift, as though I should be honored to be able to control ice, make it form out of nothing, freeze things at my will.

I'll admit, that part is pretty cool. It's the other stuff though, Other people can't know about it, they'd be afraid maybe, or tease me, or just stare. The last one would be the worst I think. I'm always cold, something in my body, the same thing that gives me the gift, makes me cold all the time. I hate that part. But the thing I hate the most is that I can't live with my mom.

Kids with 'gifts' have to live in a special home, until they're Nineteen, some get out at eighteen, the lucky ones, super geniuses.

My dad had a gift too, he could move things with his mind, that would be cooler than control over ice.

He left though, when he found out that my sisters and I had gifts, he didn't want to have to deal with it, didn't want to have to visit the home he'd spent nineteen years trying to get out of.

My sisters and I are triplets, I came out first, so naturally I'm the oldest, no matter what my sisters say.

Buttercup was second, behind me by two minutes, she has a gift too. She can make the wind move, it's cooler than it sounds. One time some older guy was hitting on her, and she made a gust of wind knock him flat on his ass on the sidewalk.

Bubbles, the third born, behind me by three minutes, has the ability to make water flow in whatever way she wants.

We go to school with normal kids, and a few others from the gifted home, but we know to hide our gifts. Only a select few people know about us, only three of the teachers, and the principal, a few doctors, a couple of important high up people, and of course all of the parents with gifted children.

We ride a bus, only kids in the gifted home ride it, most seats are empty. I can't name everyone on it though, not a very social person I guess.

I know Dexter, he can make things explode. We met when I was seven and he and Buttercup got into a fist fight. Then there's Robyn, she can float. I met her when I was five and she and I were put into the same room at the home for a week, before I requested to be with my sisters. There's also Mike, or Mark, I can't really remember, but he can disappear. I know that because he and Bubbles use to play when they were little, and whenever he was embarrassed his whole body would disappear, except for his clothes.

There are some others, I've never bothered to meet them, never wanted to. As soon as I turn nineteen I'm out, I never want to talk about my so-called gift every again. My sisters and I all agreed, we're leaving, we're moving far away and we'll never use them, never talk about them, and ignore that they even exist.

"Hey." Bubbles smiles, jumping out of nowhere in the empty hall.

I stare at her for a moment. "Where did you come from?"

She blinks, tilting her head. "I've been standing here for a full five minutes. you looked deep in thought, what were you thinking about?"

I shrug. "I'm cold."

I hear a thump behind me, and turn to find Buttercup slamming her locker shut, a scowl on her face. "I fucking hate Geometry."

I smile at her. "Me too, but you have to take it."

She smirks, moving her book bag to her right shoulder. "I made the teacher fall on her ass. Moved the chair when she was sitting down."

Bubbles stifles a giggle behind me, and I scowl at her disapprovingly. "Buttercup you can't do things like that, you're gonna give away our secret."

Buttercup rolls her eyes. "It's not that much of a secret Blossom, There's only one un-gifted kid in my class, and he's too dumb to figure anything out, and she was asking for it Bloss, she gave me three extra pages of homework because I got up to sharpen my pencil."

I don't reply, but point to the door. "We should go, the bus is probably here."

Buttercup nods and starts her way down the hall way, walking like a thug, she'd probably have joined a gang by now if she could leave the home more than three hours a day. Thats good at least.

Bubbles skips off too, smiling for no reason, she'd probably be a cheer leader, and a damn good one, with her sparkling personality.

I don't know what I'd do, I don't really have anything special about me. . .I'd probably just sit inside all day anyway. There's nothing different about me, other than my gift.

I wish I could be more like my sisters, but no, I'm just plain Blossom Utonium, the only one who actually studies in study hall.

"Blossom." Bubbles whispers, pulling me out of my thoughts. She's pointing on the gifted bus. "I've never seen those boys before."

I follow her finger to one of the windows, I can see two heads, but there looks like there's another one on the far end.

I shrug and follow Buttercup onto the bus, Bubble's following closely behind. I was right, three people, all boys.

The one I couldn't see has his head covered with a hoodie, dark green. From what I can see of his hair it's black, I can't see his eyes.

Beside him is a boy with orange hair, pulled back into a low pony tail, and covered by a red hat. His eyes, they're red. they catch my attention. I've never seen anyone with red eyes.

My hand finds its way to my face as I walk past him. I have pink eyes, something I use to get teased for in elementary school, that is until Buttercup beat up three boys and two girls, then it stopped.

Buttercup sits three seats behind the boys, ignoring the fact that all seats between theirs and ours are empty.

So I look to the third boy, the one by the window. He has shaggy blonde hair. It's shiny, he must take really good care of it.

"Who do you think they are?" Bubbles whispers, and I instantly hoe none of them have the gift of super hearing, because how embarrassing would it be for a guy to hear you talk about them. After that though, I pray none of them can read minds either.

I shrug, and Bubbles sits back in her seat, obviously unsatisfied, but she doesn't ask anymore questions.

The bus ride to the gifted home is long, because my mind keeps switching itself on and off, I start thinking about the orange haired boy, and his red eyes, then I panic because what if he can read minds. My brain battles itself the whole ride there.

When we do finally get to the home, Bubbles, who was never the shy one, walks off of the bus and up to the three boys. Buttercup and I of course follow her, Buttercup not wanting to leave Bubbles alone with strange unknown guys, and I curious of the red eyed boy.

"Hello!" Bubbles chirps, smiling politely at the boys, who look from her, to Buttercup, and then finally to me.

"Hey." They all reply simultaneously, all sounding equally annoyed.

I grab Bubble's arm and try to signal to her that we should leave them alone, because they look aggravated, but she ignores me.

"I'm Bubbles." She says, not losing her movie star smile, then she gestured to Buttercup and me. "And these are my sisters Blossom and Buttercup."

Buttercup and I look at each other, I can tell she's ready to leave too.

"I'm Brick." The boy with red eyes speaks up. "And these are my brother's, Butch and Boomer."

Boomer, that's the blonde one, he has blue eyes, darker than Bubble's, and Butch, the one with black hair, he has eyes a similar shade to the grass.

All three boys are strikingly handsome, can that be considered a gift? Why couldn't I have gotten a gift that made me hot?

"So what gifts do you have?" Bubbles asks, voicing my question, I find myself thankful that she asked, wondering was killing me.

"Fire." Brick answers, and I look at his outfit, a tank top and a pair of ball shorts. Does he always feel hot the way I feel cold? Which would be worse?

A rock flies past my face, knocking my out of my thoughts. "I can move rocks and shit." Butch smirks, twirling the rock around in the air cockily.

Boomer shrugs. "I can like control electricity, and lightning."

Bubble's smile widens. "That's so cool!" She gushes.

"What about you three?" Brick asks, his eyes scanning over me. I avert my gaze, looking at the ground, the trees, anywhere but at him.

"I can control water." Bubbles answers, not missing a beat.

The rock flies out a Butch's hand when a gust of wind rushes past, nearly knocking him down. "I control wind." Buttercup says, her face void of expression.

I lick my lips before answering. "I, uh, Ice. I can make ice move and uh" Shit I sound like an idiot. "freeze things."

The boys stare at me for a minute, and I feel like I just grew a second head, luckily Buttercup saves me.

"Well, we're gonna go now." She grabs Bubble's arm. "Have fun or whatever, I really don't care."

She drags Bubble's away, and I follow. At least they couldn't read minds.

Not a thousand percent sure if I'll continue this, guess it depends how many people want me to. I got this idea at school and couldn't drop it so, have a brain child.