Chris could feel the vibration of her phone in her hand sounding her first alarm to get up. Like every day she groaned and rolled over turning it off as she sighed falling back asleep. But before she could get back to dreamland, Shoot To Thrill sounded off in her right ear causing her to shriek immediately sitting up in the mass of pillows around her. As her head swam at all the blood flowing to it she groaned for the second time that morning putting her head in her hands. “Damn...” She cursed as she turned off the alarm glancing to see if she had any messages. Like every time she looked there were none. Chris had gotten used to the disappointment, she had realized months ago that everyone in her life…before cut all contact from her, or simply assumed she ran off not even caring about what she was doing or if she was alright. Her Father. Grandmother. Aunts and Uncles. Her mother…no her mother had sent her here in the first place. Maybe she cared.
Chris sighed looking at the time only to let out a string of curses at the fact that she was five minutes behind her usual schedule. She hopped out of her bed going into the adjoining bathroom splashing cold water on her face and brushing her teeth hastily. Huffing that she didn’t have time to fix the new pins in her hair, she pulled her hair in a high ponytail and ran out the bathroom. Going to her closet she pulled out a pair of light blue jeans and her brown ankle boots. She rushed to pull out a random shirt when she noticed that the light next to her was beginning to flicker. ‘Gotta calm down.’ Chris took a deep breath and let it out. She smiled as the light returned to normal. Feeling cocky she furrowed her brows laughing as the light turned itself off. “I think I’m getting the hang-fuck!” The black shirt in her hand had begun to smoke up and a small flame sparked up. She gasped and threw it on the floor stomping out the fire. ‘So much for control…’ Depressed, she pulled out a light brown long sleeve and threw it over the jeans.
Walking out of the room she put her headphones over her ear glancing up at Logan mumbling, “Morning Mr. Logan.” as she went down the stairs going into the Cafeteria. Lots of other students were in there and Chris felt uncomfortable once more, she hadn’t made many friends yet and her optimism was wearing thin. She walked over to the coffee pots noticing a guy, whose name escaped her but she was positive it started with a “C”, and Mr. Scott standing there. Scott looked up and smiled at Chris with a cheerful “Good morning Christine!” She didn’t like her full name but she gave him a small smile back grabbing a mug behind the guy whose name started with a C and filling it to the brim with the black magic that made life better. She dumped 3 spoonfuls of sugar in it. Instead of stirring it up she lifted her palm not starting a fire, but simply heating it up almost like a stove. When it was hot enough she put the mug on it, dissolving the sugar and getting the drink to the perfect scalding temperature she loved. Being heat resistant rocked. But also she had to have food at really hot in order for it not to feel really cold to her. Not wanting to just sit by herself again she leaned against the wall by them and took a long sip sighing deeply having her problems melt away…