A large steel gate stood in the boy's path, preventing him from entering the academy. The bus he had taken dropped him off pretty far from the academy, so the boy has sweat slowly sliding down his temples. The cold harsh breeze always chilled his skin, and he was sure he'd feel like an icicle if anyone touched him. He had thought about using his gift to free him from his feeling of the cold, but he would have no one to give it to. MMy fault for not wearing heavier clothes. He had a plain white shirt on, and a zip up black and red jacket he hadn't bothered to zip. A nice bright red scarf hung around his neck, covering most of his face. Slowly, he reached forward and pushed the gate's doors open, and was greeted with a nice rusty screech. Strange, the gate looked so shiny and new. He took his first steps into the academy, a large steel rolling suitcase close behind.
