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The Daughters of Ice, Silver, and Gold CHAPTER 2

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Chapter 2: One is Silver and the Other is Gold

While I was with the Winter Dance Committee, my best friends had called me. As a rule, I kept my cell off during the WDC meetings, and I forgot to turn it on until I called my father to check up on him.

            Frantic voice mails filled my memory card, hearing one voice after another. They were from two weeks ago, when my father was beyond brutally murdered, but liquefied. I haven’t been to school since then, missing the Winter Dance and our Christmas vacation. I didn’t even know what day it was, and my aunt on Mom’s side had loads of calendar’s hanging from the walls.

            Aunt Justine was sitting on the edge of my bed, watching me as I pretended to sleep.

            “Snow-baby, you have friends over.” She said softly, the door letting in a shaft of light into my dark room, “I’ve called them over. Your bedridden state is sad. You need to get up, take a walk in the snow…”

            In my bed, I turned and sat up, my hair sticking out at odd angles, and scoff, “Justine, all I see is red in the snow, tainted with Dad’s blood. My father has been liquefied to death, and nobody believes me when I tell them what’s actually happened. They think I’m just a shell-shocked little girl without a mother or a father.” Seeing her deflated look, I softened my fierce tone a bit, “But I will see and talk to the girls.”

            She grinned ear-to-ear in unadulterated joy, and I could basically see her wanting to jump up and down like she was a teenager again. After she left, I slowly got up with protesting muscles and picked out a comfy yet fashionable outfit: A pair of light blue leggings, a loose silver long-sleeve shirt with little blue flowers and long sleeves, and a pair of grey Uggs. I put on a white beanie to keep my head warm, and when I look into the mirror, I noted the highly noticeable dark circles under my pale eyes, making them duller.

            “Snow White!” I hear the girls call, their footsteps pounding on the steps.

            I smiled, remembering the nickname they gave me when we were old enough to talk, all of us three of knowing each other since birth, our mothers and fathers all best friends. We all just instantly clicked, I guess.

            “In here, ladies!” I called back from my seat of my bed, opening my laptop for the first time in weeks. There was an email from school about my homework, which I didn’t care about. I deleted it. There was another one from the Winter Dance Committee, saying that they’ll delay the Dance until I got back. I thought about that, and typed my reply, saying that I’ll be back to school the next day.

            Two blonde heads poked their way into my room, looking around. Goldfinch Justine Angel came in first, her black leather jeans reflecting the bulb light. Her nickname was Goldie, which Silveria Rose Angel gave her when we were all two. We have the same birthdays and last name, and Dad used to say that that’s what drew them together. We’re not related, but we act like we are.

            “Silvia, come in. Both of you, can you tell me why you said ‘Yes’ to Justine’s request to come? I’m going through a teenage stage of depression.” I joked, closing the laptop and putting it on my bedside table.

            Goldie’s almost golden colored hair was about shoulder-length with natural jet-black highlights. We all have varying shades of black in our hair, and the only time it matches is with Silvia, who has platinum blonde hair with silver highlights that goes down to her lower back. Goldie’s eyes were a honey-gold color, and Silvia’s were grey, almost silver. Goldie’s golden-toned, and Silvia’s skin had a silver shimmer to it. Goldie was a daredevil, and Silvia was a bookworm. Can you sense the theme here?

            Those girls were the total opposites of each other, but they’re still best friends anyway. I’m was like their balance beam, a mixture of both of them, almost. I tended to be rebellious towards unfair teachers, but shy-up whenever I went face-to-face with someone bullying another student. Us girls had the same intellect and almost seem to read each other’s minds. We finished the other one’s sentences, freaking everybody out. It was our specialty.

            Goldie turned to look at me, my smile melting like ice on the last day of winter. “Didn't you listen to our voicemails?”

            Silvia’s black skirt made a swishing noise as she moved across the carpet, her hair in a long braid. “Why didn’t you pick up your cell? We’ve been calling you repeatedly for two weeks!” she exploded, this type of energy not usual for her.

            “I’ve been in bed, mourning the loss of my father. Go to my place, look out front, I’m pretty sure there’s still—’’

            “What do you think we’ve been doing? Our dads have been dead for two weeks! Two weeks! And we went back to school, acting like nothing happened.” Goldie snapped, her eyes flaring.

            This fact had astonished me; their dads couldn’t be dead! They’re too…too much like my own father. They’d protect themselves!

            “How did they die?” I asked sadly, standing up.

            They looked at each other, then face me again, “Brutal liquefaction.” Silvia stated in a monotone, “The same way your dad died.”

            “How do you know how he died?”

            Goldie shrugged, her black leather jacket making a squeaking noise as it rubbed together, “It was on the news. I guess Justine didn’t sign the ‘No Publication’ papers that the cops gave her. There were photos of the guys using buckets and putting the… the Dad-mush into the snow. Plus, tons of kids from school went over and looked at it.” Then she furrowed her brow, something she did whenever she’s thinking, “When…when your dad got… liquefied… did you, um, see what—I mean who!—who did it?”

            My eyes grew wide in astonishment and surprise, “Yes, I did. Were they these two demented bat-wing creatures? Named Karleil and Friekel?”

            “Yes! Those’re their names! Were you on the phone with them?” Silvia demanded, her mouth agape.            

            I nodded slowly, coming to a slow conclusion, “Do you think they’re… they’re demons, like they said?”

            “Maybe, but it’s highly unlikely.” Goldie stated.

            “What if it’s not? I mean, when they came for me, they said that I was the spawn of ‘Angelus Glacies’.”

            Silvia cleared her throat, capturing our attention, “Well, as you both know, I’m very fluent in Latin, and they actually said ‘Angel of Ice’ in Latin. To me they said ‘Angelus Argenti’, meaning ‘Angel of Silver’,” she said, turning to face Goldie, who was chewing on a piece of her hair, “Goldie, what did they say to you?”

            “Oh, what? Oh, sorry, I was thinking about the story Dad told me the night before he died. When I asked what it was called, he didn’t say anything. And then he just left my room with a sad face.”

            “Do you think it’s related to what happened?” I asked, pacing, “But Goldie, what did they say to you?”

            “’Angeli Ex Auro’”

            My platinum-haired friend turned pale, her delicate hands shaking, “That’s ‘Angel of Gold’ in Latin. Oh my God, Snowy, what was your mom’s name?”          

            “Glacie.”

            “Mine’s Aurora.” Goldie added.

            “And mine was Argentina.” Silvia wrung her hands together, broadcasting her nervousness, “I think… I think your dad told you about our mothers, Goldie.”

            “Well, if the descriptions Dad gave me are true, then… then we’re the daughters of angels.”

Oh shiznit I think I fixed it.
GET USED TO THESE REAPPEARING IN YOUR MESSAGES. xD
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