Castle Heights: Crown of Thorns by Sasha McDaniels

Author:Sasha McDaniels [McDaniels, Sasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-28T22:00:00+00:00

After my bath I laid in bed, staring up at the tray ceiling. If the snow cleared enough for me to go to school, that would mean I was going to leave the house and venture out into the world.

Fear seized me upon that realization. What if the other kids thought that I was weird? What if they didn’t like me? Suddenly, in my mind, my dream quickly became a nightmare.

The next day, as I expected, my blood work came back fine. My poor mother was horrified as she watched my Aunt Jennifer dress me in a pair of her jeans and a red cashmere sweater.

We stood, the three of us, in my Aunt Jennifer’s closet. The closet was bigger than my old bedroom in the trailer. As a matter of fact, the closet might have been about three times the size of my old bedroom. Besides its width, its height was impressive.

“What do you know? You fit my clothes pretty good. Except that the jeans are a bit long.” My Aunt Jennifer dropped down to her knees and cuffed the jeans.

“What size shoe do you wear?” she asked me.

“A seven,” I said.

“Well, what do you know, me too. What size shoe do you wear, Elise?” she asked my mother with a smirk.

“I don’t see how my shoe size matters one bit in this situation.”

“For starters, it means that Reagan can borrow a good pair of snow boats until we can get her to the mall this evening to buy her an entirely new wardrobe.”

“I can’t afford to buy her a new wardrobe,” my mother said.

“That’s immaterial because you’re not the one who has to buy it,” my Aunt Jennifer told my mother. “My treat. We’ll spruce you up a bit too. Get that hair dyed. It’s turning white faster than I can say hag.”

“I don’t feel the need to hide my age,” my mother answered.

“Here, take these.” My Aunt Jennifer reached for a pair of snow boots which sat perched next to an entire row of snow boots of different styles and colors.

I took the boots and sat them down on the plush carpet beneath my expensively socked feet. My Aunt Jennifer felt the need to loan me what she called boot socks. I slipped my feet into the boots.

“How do they feel?”

I beamed. “Great!” My smile dropped away quickly when my eyes met my mother’s.

“Go on, take a look at yourself in the mirror,” my Aunt Jennifer instructed.

My mother jumped in front of me, to stop me. “No, don’t go near the mirrors. You know that, Reagan.”

“Pish posh, don’t be silly. All the mirrors in this house are safe. So is the one in the garage apartment. They’ve been fortified.”

Fortified. What did she mean by fortified? Fortified by what?

“How are they fortified, Aunt Jennifer?” I asked, taking the opportunity to try and glean some sort of information about what exactly I didn’t know.

“That will be enough of that for today. Just remember not to use your powers at school.

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