Anger

The fields were glade-green. The sound of chirping chicks filled the air. The moon was like a phantom-silver orb. A pageant of smells floated in the spring air and a horde of dandelions littered the meadow. Staffs of slim light spilled from the sky. Proud-breasted pigeons strutted across the meadow. The scene was spirit-refreshing and pastoral. The meadow smelled pear fresh but Hazel woke up to the frightening cold overwhelming the house,

"It was spring, why then was the house cold" she thought.

She stepped out of her room and found the whole corridor frozen, 

It seemed so strange to her, were they under attack.

Standing outside Axel's room was Claire shaking and shivering.

She opened the door and found his whole room frozen with Axel still sleeping, his face was pale white and he looked like he was struck with leprosy.

"Axel" Claire called attempting to wake him up, she stretched her hand to touch his face,

"Don't touch him or else you will