Mira's Home For Gifted Jammers

''Author's Note: This is roughly inspired by "Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children." After getting tired of writing TSG, Stitches, and many other stories, I have resorted to this. Thanks.''

The name's Mythical, but you can call me Myth. I'm a snow leopard, born and bred. I'm like any other jammer, but- I have a secret.

I have the ability to control ice.

You don't have to believe me, but I can.

And this is my story.

"MYTH! GET YOUR LAZY BUTT OUT OF BED!" My aunt Gertrude shouted. My eyes slowly blinked open.

I groaned as she yelled at me again.

You see, I have no parents. My parents died when I was just a cub. It was devastating, their deaths. Aunt Gertrude had to take me in as she was my only living relative, and boy- was she cruel. I bet she was happy about my parents' deaths, since she got a bunch a money out of it.

"DID YOU SERIOUSLY WET YOUR BED AGAIN?!" she screamed as she saw the wet pool in my sheets. I could've sworn that it wasn't urine. It didn't reek of a putrid smell or anything, and it wasn't dark. It looked like it was melted water.

"N-no," I stammered. "I think it's water, I p-probably got out of bed in the middle of the night and-"

"I don't care!" Aunt Gertrude shouted, interrupting me. "Get ready for school, you useless little brat." I'm not sure if she yelled "useless little brat," but she sure as hell mumbled it.

I quickly put my glasses on and all the blurry figures came back in place. Ugh, another day of pure ''hell. ''You see, I'm not the most, well, popular girl in the school. I'm usually the outcast, the nerd, the little snot-face. I kept all those words locked in the chest in my head as I pulled my clothes on. Then, I heard the bus squeak as it pulled over near our den. Aunt Gertrude gave me the look which said you-better-do-good-or-I'll-kill-you-and-rip-your-stomach-out.

'''Meanwhile, after school. '''

After school, I couldn't believe I'd survived another day. Summer was just a few weeks away, and I needed the break. Not like we were doing anything special for my birthday or anything.

As I hauled my backpack over my shoulder, a surprise awaited me on the corner of the brick wall. This was the jock zone, which everyone usually avoided. The deadly hot guy zone, the broad-chested arctic wolves that were waiting for every chance to annoy you. And guess what. It was my lucky day.

Enchanted, the school quarterback, placed both paws around my neck as he pinned me to the wall. All his best mates sneered behind him.

"What do we have here?" he smirked, chucking my glasses to the ground while stomping on them. I did my best to focus on those pretty little blue eyes of his, giving him my best tough look.

"You have an ugly face, that's what you have," I managed to choke out, returning him a smile. He didn't look amused, and shoved me on the ground. My ear pressed the burning the concrete.

"Very funny, fur-face," he whispered. All of the other jocks laughed beside him. Suddenly, my instincts took over. With all my strength, I pushed him to the ground and grabbed hold of his thick neck. He looked at me in anger, his eyes burning in flames. As he tried to pull me off, something incredible happened.

Ice crept on his neck as it emerged from my paws. Enchanted stared at me in fear, suddenly choking and loosing air. Everyone else was terrified and took off. "That's what you get, you little-"