I sigh heavily, sitting down in my chair, staring up at the ceiling of my music department. Well, it was mine, before everything went to hell.

I wipe away the ink covering my gem, revealing the vibrant yellow citrine. I glance around to make sure no one saw, then stare at the gem in my wrist.

Everyone in the studio has a gem. Placement and weapons that can be summoned from it vary, but never the type of gem. Never the powers that accompany it. Everyone has obsidian, and with it, some control over ink.

I have a citrine gem. Paired with power over air.

I growl, frustrated that I couldn't kill Henry. The air crackles with electricity, and I release my anger in the form of lightning.

I stare at the now burning trash can. "Why did it have to be me?" I let my real voice slip in, dropping the fake. "Why did I get this stupid yellow gem?"

That wasn't the only problem. There was the fact that I was actually a girl. I just hide my tits underneath a tight shirt and hope no one notices.

I use a fake voice to talk to others. My real voice is beautiful, soft and feminine. More beautiful than a thousand sunsets, with all the grace of every waterfall on Earth. That's not me bragging, either. My voice has been described as that by numerous people.

I hear footsteps and I swiftly cover the citrine with ink. Oh well.