CHERUB: Frozen Flame
Chapter One: Brothers
Stephan Roberts and Junan Windsor always were friends. When Stephan's parents died in a tragic fire 4 years ago, he was put in a run-down foster home in the middle of London. He had nothing left other than vague memories and a small burn running along his left arm. Stephan then became friends with Junan. Junan soon came to Stockholm Home after his parent had also died in a fire, close to the area where the Roberts tragedy was. Both fires had been classed as 'arson' and Stephan and Junan still had nightmares about the attack. Their mind told them to stay strong because they knew they would fall apart if they didn't. They hated living in Stockholm House and once or twice the two boys crept out to live on the streets but got cold feet and went back. Stephan always knew nobody would want to foster him becasue he was ten and not many people would want to start a family with a ten year old and Junan thought the same. From then on, they had been like brothers and when I say brothers, I mean brothers.
'Give it back now, or I'll make sure your PlayStation gets a soaking' Stephan shouted as he held a cup of water over Junan Playstation. It was in the middle of August and two boys were hot in conflict over a small black Ipod.
'But you agreed I could use it' Junan said, holding a Ipod in his hands, looking in horror as Stephan held the water close to the consol.
'No, I said you could use it that once, now gimme it'!
Stephan dropped the water on the floor and lunged for the Ipod. Junan crashed onto the floor, knocking books over as he went. Stephan landed beside him waving his arms around. He stretched his arm up and grabbed the Ipod smiling. Junan swung a fist into Stephans arm which made him roll over.
'Oh, that really hurt me' Stephan said sarcastically and he got up rubbing his arm which was red.
'Yeah, well if that did, this will' Junan said, and he grabbed a lamp off of the table and through it accurately towards Stephan who dodged it but it hitting the opening door.
'Boys, what are you doing up here'? A loud female African voice boomed across the room.
Patricia was one of the key workers at Stockholm House and she was one of the nicest. Her long dark braided hair and her very plump body showed the kindness in her and her African twang made her nicer.
'Er, nothing Pat' Stephan said as he hastily stowed the Ipod in his pocket.
'Well, it don't look like nuttin to me' Pat said, glancing at a smashed up lamp.
'We'll sort it out' Junan said, picking up the broken lamp.
'Well hurry up boys, dinner soon'.
Stephan and Junan picked up broken shards of glass and tidied up. They went down for dinner, ending up sitting next to Charlotte Scotten. Charlotte was a spotty bitch who was in Stockholm because her parents didn't want her. Junan often said 'he wondered why' she was there which wound her up. She always was praised by the workers for the most tiny things and if Stephan or Junan would have done it, they wouldn't even been looked at. She also had the biggest room in Stockholm House and she made the workers specially go out and get the paint she wanted and the colour she wanted. She even persuaded Pat to get her and extra wardrobe which the boys didn't care about much, but if they asked they would of gotten a African 'No way'. There were two other children living in Stockholm House one was 7 and the other 15. There names Jake and Dan. Dan had autism so he never went out and always had a worker on his back. Jake was one of the naughtiest. He would always go in Stephan's and Junans room and take things which wound the boys up after a while. Jake was sitting at the table playing with his pasta and often flicking it at the ceiling.
'Oh dear, this pasta is hot' Charlotte moaned and she twirled it around her fork. Junan rolled his eyes as he took a bite. It wasn't that bad.
'Its fine, stop moaning Charlotte' Stephan said and Junan nodded.
Charlotte gave them evils. 'Well you always have liked things hot though boys, especially your parents'. For over the weeks, Charlotte made these horrible little comments about how their parents died in the fire and the boys always took it on the chin but this time, Charlotte went too far. Junan and Stephan stood up, knocking their chairs over. Stephan and Junan vaulted over the table and knocked Charlotte off of her chair and Junan and pinned her against the wall.
'You make one more remark about our parents and I swear…' Junan screamed. Charlotte was wriggling.' Lets me go you stupid prick' she shouted, throwing a kick towards him. Junan dodged it.
'Stop, stop, stop' Pat shouted as she pulled at Junan's hoddie which moved him away from Charlotte. Charlotte made a dramatic fall to the floor and Pat looked at Stephan and Junan, panting.
'To your rooms, NOW'! screamed Pat and Junan and Stephan ran upstairs hastily.
Junan was the strongest physically and Stephan mentally. They were both unfit, spending most of their time either at school or cooped up in their room. Junan and Stephan shared a room, with a bunk bed, 1 wardrobe and one set of draws. The window over looked the small garden with overgrown grass and plenty of stinging nettles. Junan slammed the door and they came in. They sat on the bottom bunk and they were both still angry and panting.
'One day Junan, we will get her' Stephan said reassuringly.
'Well that one day better be soon' Junan replied.