jake rivera ; the snow queen ❄️ (brisk) wrote in fableless, @ 2016-12-11 19:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, jake rivera |
WHO: Jake Rivera & some NPCs.
WHAT: Three instances of snow.
WHERE: His parents house, high school biology class, and the library.
WHEN: 1999, 2009, & 2014.
PROMPT: "Let It Snow!"
WARNING: Mention of frog dissection.
Maggie Rivera’s screams echoed throughout the ranch-style house at a little after six in the morning. The chill in the master bedroom had awoken her earlier than usual and when she crept out of the room to check the furnace settings, she noticed the frost along the door of her son’s room. Panic overcame here as she rushed toward the door, throwing it open with so much force that it slammed against the wall with a loud crash. “I told you it was true!” her son exclaimed as he kicked a small pile of snow that was directly in front of him. “You didn’t believe me, but I was right!” Stepping inside the room, a chill instantly swept across her body. “What is -- I don’t -- how?” “I told you I was the Snow Queen and this is proof!” Raising his arms, the snow followed suit, flakes tumbling through the air with the motion of his hands. “This isn’t possible, “ Maggie whispered as she sank down to the ground, her night gown softly resting against the snow-covered carpet. “This isn’t humanly possible. This can’t be happening.” Her son didn’t hear a word she said as he twirled around the room causing the snow to dance along with him. Over and over again, he chanted about how he was telling the truth, his lips becoming bluer with each passing word as frost formed on his eyelids. Soon, his father and sister appeared in the doorway, watching the scene unfold as Maggie Rivera began to weep. Amber Kensington wasn’t happy to be paired up with Mr. Freeze for their frog dissection in AP Biology and it wasn’t because he was a poor student. In fact, he was the second best student in the entire class, but that didn’t mean he was a good lab partner when it came to certain projects. Everyone knew the story of how he had fainted during freshman biology when his finger was pricked for a simple DNA agarose gel lab and Amber just knew slicing and dicing a frog wouldn’t bode well for him. “Sooooo,” she started after giving her lab partner a sideways glance. “The instructions says we have to cut the frog right down the middle. Should I do that or do you want to have a go at it?” Beside her, the young man made a heavy swallow before using his hand to push some of his floppy hair out of his eyes. “I think I can do it.” “Are you sure?” She reached across the table and picked out the scalpel before carefully holding it out for the boy to grab. “I remember when you -- “ “We all remember what happened freshman year, Amber. No need to bring it up now,” he interjected as he grabbed the scalpel. Taking a deep breath, he held the sharpened edge against the cool, chemical-laced skin on the frog. A second past before he managed to press down and drag the scalpel along the torso, splitting it open. And then he stopped. Amber frowned. “Jake?” “I, umm... I don’t feel so good?” Hands shaking, he set the instrument down on the table as the temperature in the room began to fall. He stood as the table in front of him began to ice over and simultaneously, the room began to spin. As the stool behind him was pushed away by his legs, the white flecks began to appear in front of his eyes and moments later his legs gave out from underneath him, dropping him to the tile floor. Throughout the classroom, the snow continued to fall. Marsha Anderson had heard through the grapevine that the young library aid over at the Castle Street Library had certain powers that had become quite popular lately. While she felt bad asking him about them, especially considering he wasn’t even registered, her daughter simply insisted that anyone who was anyone at the elementary school would have a Frozen themed birthday party. And far be it from her to denying Mackenzie anything these days thanks to all the doting her husband had done over the years. One authentic Frozen themed birthday party coming right up. “Excuse me,” she said as she approached the counter. “Are you Jake RIvera?” Lifting his head, the young man adjusted his glasses before nodding his head. “That would be me. Is there something I could help you with today?” Marsha smiled and shifted nervously on her feet. “Yes. Yes, you can, I believe.” “Okay then. What’s the name of the book you’re look for today?” His fingers positioned themselves over the keyboard waiting for the answer. “Oh, umm. Well. My question isn’t about a book or anything,” she started as she clutched her purse a little tighter to her chest. “I actually had something to ask you. About your powers.” His hands pulled back from the keyboard as the corners of his mouth attempted to turn downward. “Oh. Okay.” “I feel really bad for asking this, but my daughter just really loves Frozen and her birthday is coming up soon and -- “ “I’m really sorry, ma'am,” he said even though his voice didn’t reflect the sentiment. “I know that movie is popular and all right now, but that’s really not my sort of thing.” With a sigh, she nodded her head. “We’ll pay you five hundred dollars. I’ll write you a check for half now and you’ll get the other half after the party on the sixteenth.” “Five hundred dollars?” Marsha nodded again. “Five hundred dollars for making my daughter’s birthday party look like Arendale.” “Well,” he answered with his own sigh. “I suppose you got yourself some snow then.” |