Post by Cristiana Ricci on Jun 22, 2006 19:55:43 GMT -4
Cristiana Ricci was up in the Girl's dorm of Hawthorne Academy in her bed. She was twisting and turning in her bed. Why you may ask? Well, she had her reoccuring nightmare, which she believed spawned her fire powers. Of course, her nightmares hadn't been occuring every night, but it still occured eventually.
The soft glow of a fluorescent light gleamed from up above. A white-painted celing was able to be seen. A man was able to be seen, about middle-aged, holding Christina (as a baby). Her giggles are heard as her father was talking to her. It was heard like a murmer in the quiet room. They were both ontop of a mat, toys scattered all over the place. Everything was peaceful, and everything was great.
Suddenly, an explosion was heard. The house shook a little. Christina was set down on the mat. Her father stood up and started to head for a window. A second explosion was heard, this time, destroying a part of the house. Black smoke billowed everywhere. Rubble flied in all directions. The room was no longer peacefull, it looked like a war zone. A mutter was able to be heard, then a loud scream was heard.
During her nightmare, Cristiana was turning every which way in her bed. As she did so, she was saying, "No," outloud. Rather loudly as a matter of fact. After a few moments, she quickly awoken. Her face was full of sweat and she was panting hard. She wiped her sweat off of her face. She looked around the dorm room, her chocolate-brown eyes had held her stress of the nightmare finally spotted a few holes from her fire power in the door. She sighed lightly to herself.
Whenever Cristiana was emotional in anyway, her fire powers usually come out. Practically never did she ever have control of these ocassional spurts of her powers. She had been attempting to stop this from happening. At times she had successes, other times they were failures. Whatever the outcome, she always attempted to control it. Though, at that moment, it seemed that she hadn't. But, that was while she was asleep.
Cristiana sighed lightly as she noticed the holes in her door. Now she needed to get those fixed. Oh great. She sighed lightly and shook her head. She climbed out of bed, thinking that there was no use on going back to bed on that Saturday morning. Besides, soon the other students would awaken. So, it didn't really matter. Well, maybe it did, but to her, it didn't.
Cristiana stood up, and picked up a towel from a drawer. She then walked into the showers. A few mintues later of the water, and shampoo, she emerged from the shower in the towel. Since it was the weekend, she put on a sleeve-less shirt, and a jean skirt. Flipflops were placed on her feet as she walked to the doorway of her dorm, picking up a sketchpad with her. She looked down at the holes in her door and sighed lightly to herself once more.
Cristiana exited her dorm room, and walked out of the Hawthorne Academy. She went right through the enterence way of the school, and onto the grounds of the school. She walked through the grounds of the school, looking for something for her to draw. She finally noticed a small patch of pretty flowers up ahead along with a tree that was nearby it. She smiled lightly and walked over to the tree. She sat down underneath the tree, and looked over at the flowers. She pulled her knees closer to herself so she could be able to draw. She opened up the sketchpad and began to draw the patch of flowers infront of her.
The soft glow of a fluorescent light gleamed from up above. A white-painted celing was able to be seen. A man was able to be seen, about middle-aged, holding Christina (as a baby). Her giggles are heard as her father was talking to her. It was heard like a murmer in the quiet room. They were both ontop of a mat, toys scattered all over the place. Everything was peaceful, and everything was great.
Suddenly, an explosion was heard. The house shook a little. Christina was set down on the mat. Her father stood up and started to head for a window. A second explosion was heard, this time, destroying a part of the house. Black smoke billowed everywhere. Rubble flied in all directions. The room was no longer peacefull, it looked like a war zone. A mutter was able to be heard, then a loud scream was heard.
During her nightmare, Cristiana was turning every which way in her bed. As she did so, she was saying, "No," outloud. Rather loudly as a matter of fact. After a few moments, she quickly awoken. Her face was full of sweat and she was panting hard. She wiped her sweat off of her face. She looked around the dorm room, her chocolate-brown eyes had held her stress of the nightmare finally spotted a few holes from her fire power in the door. She sighed lightly to herself.
Whenever Cristiana was emotional in anyway, her fire powers usually come out. Practically never did she ever have control of these ocassional spurts of her powers. She had been attempting to stop this from happening. At times she had successes, other times they were failures. Whatever the outcome, she always attempted to control it. Though, at that moment, it seemed that she hadn't. But, that was while she was asleep.
Cristiana sighed lightly as she noticed the holes in her door. Now she needed to get those fixed. Oh great. She sighed lightly and shook her head. She climbed out of bed, thinking that there was no use on going back to bed on that Saturday morning. Besides, soon the other students would awaken. So, it didn't really matter. Well, maybe it did, but to her, it didn't.
Cristiana stood up, and picked up a towel from a drawer. She then walked into the showers. A few mintues later of the water, and shampoo, she emerged from the shower in the towel. Since it was the weekend, she put on a sleeve-less shirt, and a jean skirt. Flipflops were placed on her feet as she walked to the doorway of her dorm, picking up a sketchpad with her. She looked down at the holes in her door and sighed lightly to herself once more.
Cristiana exited her dorm room, and walked out of the Hawthorne Academy. She went right through the enterence way of the school, and onto the grounds of the school. She walked through the grounds of the school, looking for something for her to draw. She finally noticed a small patch of pretty flowers up ahead along with a tree that was nearby it. She smiled lightly and walked over to the tree. She sat down underneath the tree, and looked over at the flowers. She pulled her knees closer to herself so she could be able to draw. She opened up the sketchpad and began to draw the patch of flowers infront of her.