Snippet #1773476

SAM NIGHT

The black lace curtains brushed my face as the wind blew through the open window. I didn't want to feel it right then, so I raised my hand and the window shut, too fast and strong. The glass shattered and I winced, knowing for sure that Logan heard it. I jumped out of bed and tried the trick that one of the teachers had taught me. I raised my hands and focused as the pieces flew back together. Then I raised them to the frame. Quickly I changed to fire and melted it together. I dropped it into my hands, satisfied. I just about placed it back in when Logan walked in.
"Did something break?"
"Yeah, but I fixed it. Again." I rubbed my eyes and pulled away my hands. I cursed as a I saw the black smudges. I must have slept with my eyeliner on again. I leaned against the wall and looked at Logan. "You should get ready, Sam. Today's the first day of school, might as well make a new impression."
"Okay, Logan." I never called him "dad". That word was poison in my mouth. He walked out and closed the door, leaving me in darkness. I flicked my hand and the light switch flicked on. I flopped onto my bed and pulled my iPod off of my dresser. I listened to some Skillet and Evanescence, then got up, leaving the GIR headphones on.
I opened the black dresser and pulled out some clothes. Thank goodness there wasn't really a dress code. I pulled on some black and white skinny jeans, a Nightmare Before Christmas t-shirt, a lot of bracelets, knee-high black high-tops, and black and orange fingerless gloves. I moved to the bathroom where I washed yesterday's makeup off and put on some more thick eyeliner and green eyeshadow. I was just putting pulling out my brush when there was a knock at my door. "Are you ready?" Logan's voice drifted through the door. "Just about," I called, brushing my hair.
I flat-ironed my hair and put in some color and feather extensions and spiked up the back. Perfect.
I checked myself in the mirror and grabbed my schoolbag, an Invader Zim backpack. I walked out the door.