Penelope's pov
The bright morning sun has become my enemy, but I wished it would cradle my skin with its warmth now that I was freezing my feet off. I cursed the sun for the past week, the stress of the school, my new schedule, the weight that rests upon my shoulders made me hate the early rise of the heated ball of gas. Because it signified the start of my day. The start of the school's discrimination against me and my kind.
Right now, I crave the heat of the sun more than anything else. Peaking its rays through the blinds that Owen opens every morning.
My fingers feel like they're about to fall off. The shower is too cold. I don't understand why they want us in a pool, now is not the time to be in a pool. For god sakes, it's f*****g snowing like a mother fucker out there.
Yet, I c
