Cold As Ice by L. Divine

when she gets closer I see that it’s actually Misty’s spirit who has entered my dream. Her cold blue eyes are glowing, and she directs them straight toward my mother, knowing her icy gaze has no effect on Mama.
    â€œMy head,” my mom moans, the pounding in her head mimicking the rush of cold blood surging through her veins. My mom’s head feels like a brain freeze times a million, and Misty’s loving every moment of it.
    â€œLet go of my daughter, Esmeralda,” Mama says, reclaiming my mom’s powers and marching right into Misty’s head. Mama quickly jumps into my father’s head and sends him to get something to drink from the cooler near the table he was eating at. Mama’s got the coldest powers I’ve encountered yet, able to borrow anyone’s sight she needs at the time. Now she fully focuses her attention on my mom, and thank God, because my head can’t take much more.
    â€œLynn Marie, she can’t hurt you if you don’t let her,” Mama says, whispering into my ear, but I can barely hear her because the noise in my head is so loud. “Remember what you just felt in Carter’s mind. That cool, calm feeling is your power. Hold on to it, and Esmeralda’s sight will have no hold on you.” So that’s how Esmeralda got into my mom’s head when my mom left during a heated argument with Mama. My mother was so pissed she literally couldn’t see straight, and Esmeralda was there to seize the moment, breaking my mom down completely.
    My mom thinks of the moment that just passed with my father and how easy it felt thinking his thoughts, redirecting that power to use on Esmeralda. Instead of attempting to close her eyes from Esmeralda’s lethal stare, she returns the look like a mirror. My mom’s eyes glaze over, no longer penetrable by Esmeralda’s eyes via Misty, causing the cold blue stare to bounce back on its owner.
    â€œThat’s it, Lynn Marie. You’ve got it. Don’t be afraid of her,” Mama says, letting go of my mother’s shoulders and smiling at her progress. Misty’s head is the one pounding now. Completely unaware of everything, my father drinks his water and decides to finish what he started a few moments ago.
    â€œI love this,” my mom says. Misty shivers at the boomerang effect of her cold blow. That’s what happens when you throw energy out, whether good or bad—it’s bound to come right back at you.
    â€œWell, hello there, ladies,” my dad says, unknowingly distracting my mom’s attention and freeing her mental captive. Mama returns the greeting and chooses to leave my parents alone.
    With Mama’s telepathic departure from my mother’s walk down memory lane, I sit up in my bed and turn off my alarm before it sounds. When it’s this early, it’s so quiet I can actually hear people on the next block performing their early morning tasks, and I can gather my thoughts. My mind is still cool from my mother’s powers, and it’s a good feeling. Too bad I can’t stay this chill all day, but, hopefully, I can remember how good this place feels if Emilio, Misty, or anyone else gets on my nerves today. Mama says the most powerful thing a human being can possess is a calm, cool mind, and after the dream I just experienced, I feel her.
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    So far it’s been an easy morning, as South Bay High goes. Mr. Adewale gave us a term-paper assignment in Spanish, due after spring break. I thought it was supposed to be a break, and the other twenty-five students in the class felt the same way. These teachers are serious about keeping their title of being a California Distinguished School. They crack the academic whip all the time, vacations be damned. And I’m so unprepared for our practice English AP exam during second period in a few minutes that if I could find some way out of it, I would. Unlike Jeremy and Mickey—the king and queen of ditching