Talk:Flyna/@comment-5564816-20130307125701

Mehh... here comes chapter 2

Chapter 2: Travling

The next few weeks were torture.

Even after agreeing to apply, Austin was still holding me at an icy distance, and I had to get ready to move.

This made me believe that he didn't get in, and this made me really, well, in a way mad.

This whole thing seemed like the perfect opportunity for me to make it big, but it was also depressing.

I knew that it was honestly my fault that Austin was now not speaking to me. But again, in truth I didn't care. If he wanted to fight with me before I left, that was his

prerogative, not mine.

But still, I was strong, I was going to go the School with or without Austin.

Preferably with, but I wasn't going to be guilted into not going.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

I was ready for another day in paradise, or, as close as it got to it at The Denali Wilderness School.

My straight, black hair was hanging down my back, and I could have sworn that I had more freckles today. My skin tone was pale. Which frustrated me. Wherever I

went, my skin was always lighter than anyone elses.

Sometimes Austin joked about me being albino. He was just teasing though.

My clothes were simple. Just a plain white t shirt, a black leather jacket, and combat boots.

Personally, I didn't care if I was just a little "Tomboyish."

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">So I pulled my hair back into a messy pony, grabbed a pop tart, put on my parka, gave my grandparents hugs goodbye, and walked out the door.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As I walked to school, I noticed that it looked like it was going to storm.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Hopefully it Didn't. I was supposed to leave for the other school at lunchtime today.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But something in my gut tells me that there is an oncoming storm.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">At lunch, I grabbed my I pod and put on my favorite playlist.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I was sitting with my friends, but I wasn't really listening to the conversation. I wasn't one to get caught up in gossip and all of that kind of stuff.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I took a deep breath and cleared my tray. All day I hadn't looked outside, in hopes that it had stopped snowing.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Biting the bullet, I peered through the school cafeteria window and looked outside.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">It was almost a full scale blizzard outside.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">My eyes narrowed. How was I supposed to get on the plane if it was blizzarding?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">My spirits fell. And I gave a sigh.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Looks like I would have to stay here another day.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I got my books for the next period from my locker until I heard a voice over the loudspeaker.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Korra Black, come to the office as soon as possible, please."

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I figured that it was to tell me that I was staying here for today, maybe even more, so I was nonchalant walking through the hallway to the office, but when I got there

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">my jaw almost dropped.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The girl was "Punk." She had a black jacket, like mine, I guess. and her dark red hair was in spikes. And ripped denim jeans.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Obviously, she wasn't a local.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">In spite of myself, I felt myself take a little half step back.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">She had an aura of "Powerful."

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"My name is Jazmine Moon are you Korra?" she asked.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Part of me wanted to say no, turn tail and hide,, but the other part of me knew better.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yes." I said. There was silence for a second.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"We need to go." Jazmine said, quickly looking at me.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay." I began slowly, "Where too?"

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Where do you think? To the plane. Come on it's waiting for us."

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I wanted to hit something as soon as I saw Austin on the plane.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What are you doing here?" I asked, with an eyebrow raised.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Austin looked at me, with his palms up. "Korra, I swear, I'm sorry, but I got in too."

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I tried not to let my face betray how happy this made me. "When?" I asked sharply.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yesterday. I was trying to find a way to tell you." he said, still looking as though afraid I would hit him.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I sighed and went to go sit on the seat next to him.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The plane was starting, and all of the people in the aisle next to us were looking at us funny.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Great. Just what I needed.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I wasn't quite ready to forgive Austin for the weeks he had spent ignoring me.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">And besides, I was tired. I closed my eyes and feel asleep.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">It was almost 4:00 when we landed in Denver, Colorado.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">My parka and my boots we in my carry on.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Right now, I had my tennis shoes on and a long sleeved t- shirt.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">It was the middle of March, so I expected it to be crisp outside.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Turns out, I was right.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">It was pretty chilly, but not exactly cold.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Jazmine met us when we got out of the airport and on to the curb.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Right. So we need to hail a cab." she said distractedly.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">She whipped out a phone and sent a message.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I gave Austin a look like, what the heck? before I realized that I was still mad at him.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Within seconds, we had a ride.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Jazmine..." I began, looking at the cab that had appeared out of nowhere, as though it seemed.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Shh.. not now, not here." she sent a glance over her shoulder, possibly looking for people watching us.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I slowly got into the cab.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Austin was right behind me, and he looked confused.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"So what exactly is this school?" I began, talking to Jazmine, who was in the shotgun seat.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Well, for starters, it's a school of magic." She began.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">And suddenly, everything made since.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">It was a mark of how weird the past few days had been that I actually considered this as a plausible option. As if reading my mind, Jazmine spoke to me.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm serious." She said in a scary non joking voice.