Rosalie Savage was not your typical 16 year old girl. As was evidenced by the fact that she was currently sitting in the principal's office on her first day at a new school. The boy she had punched in the face was currently arguing loudly with the principal about whether or not she was suspended for fighting.
"No harm no foul!" He said sternly.
"We have a zero tolerance policy, Derik! No exceptions!" The principal argued back. Just then the door opened and her stepfather walked in with her mother on his heels.
"One day, Rosalie! You couldn't keep out of trouble for one Fucking day!" Alyssa Stouten practically shouted at her daughter.
"She is being suspended for three days!" The principal informed the entire room. Derik moved between her and everyone else and stood with his feet shoulder width apart and his back to her.
"No she is not!" he shouted.
"I'm not dealing with you right now!" The principal bellowed back in frustration. it was the perfect opportunity to hit him where he would actually feel it. She jumped up, the ice pack falling from her hand, and brought her foot up hard between his legs. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" He let out the high pitched scream and grabbed his jewel pouch as he fell to the floor in a heep.
"Now I'm suspended for three days." She emphasized the now. and stalked to the door. Everyone was silent as they looked in horror at Derik who was whimpering on the floor.
"My nibblets." He whimpered as she walked out the door. She shivered in the cold unforgiving Alaska wind, her wings rustling against her back. She longed to unfold them and fly free. But the voice of her grandfather invaded her mind.
"Never let anyone find out what you are! It won't take long for them to take advantage of it! And definitely do not, under any circumstances, let anyone know about your visions!"
"Huh. Fine grandfather. No one will know." She started for the tree line and soon the school and town were a distant half thought. The fae and witches had the same rule. 'Touch me not, less desires you see demise.' Was the witches phrase to keep other at bay. 'Touch not what you do not own.' Was the fae statement.
Once she reached the perfect spot she shed her coat and allowed her wings out. Taking off was easy. The lift of the cliff made it entirely effortless. She wished she never had to go back to that school. She flew for hours. Even when gentle fakes of snow began to flutter down to earth softly. It wasn't until she could no longer see her hand six inches in front of her face that she realized the gentle storm had turned into a dangerous situation.
As she carefully landed back on the cliff and folded her wings she realized just how cold it had gotten. But she didn't even bother looking for her coat under the snow. It was a lost cause. She began walking in the direction of what she hoped was the town. and soon realized she wasn't getting anywhere as she began to search for an adiquit shelter to wait out the storm.