18 years ago...

I remember being born and how much more painful it was for me than for my mother. As soon as I came out my eyes froze. I can't remember or see what my parents looked like I can't remember where I was or what my mother said to me but I do remember the feeling as ice sped across my body it was burning my skin because it was so cold. I could feel the water rushing around the ice in front of me. I remember my hair turning blue and ice white. I started to shrink into a block of ice no bigger that hail as I flew across the ocean. The only sounds I heard were my mothers screams and cries for me to come back and as much as I tried to get back I knew I was stuck. I tried to cry but the tears got stuck in my eyes. when the washed out I realized that I was somewhere else. I was in pure thought. The ice told me many things. It told me nothing about my mom but did tell me about my dad so when the time was right for the ice to let me go I could go somewhere safe. Sometimes I would go into my father's, stepmothers or stepsisters dreams. I learned that some day a group of people my age would come for me and when they came I could go but for now I was here.
10 years later I started to grow. I felt the ice rushing off me and dissolving into water. This was the right time for ice to set me free. It said that any time I was having trouble to call on it. I looked up and then fell to the ground. I needed to learn how to walk and stand first. I got the hang of it and walked very slowly holding onto everything that I could. I stumbled to destination of my dad's house. When I nocked on the door I saw my stepmother open the door. I told her that I was looking for John Moth. She called him to the door I introduced myself and for some reason he didn't look surprised he invited me in and asked Mrs. Tucker (my stepmom) to get me some crutches. I joined Septembers class since she was a year younger than me and since I haven't learned much that was the grade I should be. I've been living with them ever since.

8 years later...

Mrs. Tucker arranged for September and I to go to her collage homeschool. She was a well known teacher and she owned a little place right by our house called Moth collage. September originally wanted to go there and I went there so when the group came I could go. That is how my life would go. Even on this day I let ice talk to me and wish that I knew about my mother.

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