Hey Everyone! This is my second Charlie Bone fic and reviews would be helpful. If you have and questions or criticism, review and I'll try to reply.

LOVE Always!

The wind and rain outside my window beat down non-stop. The world outside was one big grey blur in the midst of the spring storm. A brilliant crack of lightening rippled across the sky, lighting up the world momentarily before being followed closely after by an explosion of thunder. Rain drops pounded my window, sending little rivers of water cascading down the glass in small flows. I trailed my finger on the cool glass, keeping time with the little streams of water.

The weather reflected my mood perfectly. Mad, and crappy. Which was unusual, observing the fact that I was never in a bad mood. In fact, She was known for her good mood. But given the circumstances, I think it was understandable. . .

That morning:

I awoke as normal. My alarm clock screaming at me to awaken. I barley took the time to roll over and knock my clock to the floor before rolling back over and attempting to fall back asleep. My little nap was short lived. I had barely closed my eyes when my "nanny" (I'm fourteen for gosh sakes!) burst in, all worked up that I was still in bed. I gave my usual half tired complaining that it was Sunday, a day of rest, but this day, instead of smiling and winking at me letting me know that she was going to let me get a few more minutes, Rosie simply shushed me. Her chubby face was serious, meaning that my parents must have given her some sort of strict orders.

"Now Violet, I was told by your parents," (how did I know) , " To get you up and ready! They said they wanted to meet with you for a discussion at precisely ten. Darling, I would let you sleep, but it must be something important if your father took the day off! And look at the time! It is nearly a quarter till the hour! We only have fifteen minutes!" Her eyes were full of smiles as she continued to ramble as she walked around my large room, looking for this and that.

I simply ignored her and pulled the covers over my head, willing myself to drown out all the noise.

Rosie would not have it. She pulled back the covers, letting in a cool march breeze. I tried to grab on to some sort of covering, but Rosie just ignored me and began stripping my bed of its sheets and blankets with me still in it.

I rolled out of my bed, not being able to keep my self from smiling at Rosie's way of getting me up.

"You know," I said rolling over and propping my chin up on my arm, " I prefer to wake up to a 'hello' or 'good morning' or even 'up en'att'em"

Rosie gave a little laugh. "Miss Mentaily, nothing short of a fireworks display could get you up! Now come on, let's get you ready."

I admitted defeat. Allowing Rosie to drag me around the room doing my hair and make-up. I hate people doing things for me, and Rosie knows this. Usually she allows me to do my primping my-self, allowing me to my own style. But on day's when my parents ask for me exclusively, everything has to be perfect.

Needless to say, I am not close with my family. I am a single child but feel more like I am just plain single. Not in the romantic way, but kind of like in a family way. Other than dinner and occasionally when my mom decides to play the part of mother and take me shopping for fancy clothes that I will never wear, I don't see them much.

I don't mind. I am a loner. Other than Rosie and some of the other people that my family hired, I don't have many people in my life. At school I'm an outcast. A freak because of my "Endowment". I don't really like being around people much anyway. My "Gift" as Rosie calls it makes things too complicated. Rosie pulled a cream cashmere sweater out of my closet. Laughing when I screwed up my face in disgust.

"I's only for a few hours, dear."

She grabbed a pair of pencil pinstriped pants and waited while I changed in my dressing room. Once dressed in the awful wear, I allowed Rosie to pull my long curly brown hair up in to a fancy do. Finally she caked my face with make-up, before allowing me to leave my room.

I walked down the elegant marble stair, trying to keep from falling in my uncomfortable strappy black heels.

I could see my parents at the table in the fancy sitting room. Each contentedly sipping tea and nibbling on some toast. I hated their rich crap.

The second I stepped in the room, my endowment began sending up red flags. I could tell that the reason for this meeting was not in my favor. I didn't want to sit, knowing that I would probably end up leaving before I was dismissed anyway.

"Rosie said you would like to see me," I said, folding my arms over my chest.

My parents looked up at last, looking as if they were seeing me for the first time.

My father was getting old. Business had given him wrinkles on his tanned face and there were wisps of grey among his jet black locks. He peered over the edge of his glasses at me, studding me before speaking.

"Yes, Your mother and I did call for you. There is a matter of your future that we wish to discuss with you. Please," he waved his hand at me, "Take a seat."

I narrowed my eyes, wishing he'd just get to the point. Being around my parents always put me in a bad mood.

"I'm fine thanks. What did you call be down here for?" I asked.

My mother furrowed her brow, a strand of chestnut hair falling from her bun.

"Violet, listen to your father, and un-cross your arms this minute. You very un-lady like." She said in that stern tone of hers.

I sat down, but didn't un-cross my arms.

My father must have figured out that it was as good as it was going to get, because he continued.

Your mother and I have been discussing some options for schooling. Seeing as you are er- shall we say 'different' than some of the other children in your school, we have decided to educate you in a place more qualified for your talent." He paused, drawing a pamphlet from his briefcase and handing it to me.

I looked it over. On the cover was a huge grey building that resembled a castle. Printed under the picture in curly writing were the words Bloor's Academy. I opened the pamphlet, still not liking what I was hearing. Inside was the general information. The policy, guidelines, what the school stands for. That kind of stuff. The place didn't look half bad, until I read the address on the bottom right corner.

"Your sending me to freakin' Europe!" I yelled standing and flinging the pamphlet on the ground.

"Violet Mentaily! Calm your self!" screeched my mother.

"No! I'm not going!" I yelled.

"Violet, the school is a highly prestigious place of learning. Many of the endowed children attend!"

"Yeah! Endowed children of England! Did you forget that we live in America! Or is that bit of information in the same corner of your mind where I am supposed to be?" I could feel tears welling in my eyes.

"Violet, I'm sure you'll fit in perfectly," cooed my mother, trying to calm me.

I shook my head, glaring at both my parents.

"Mom, I don't fit in America, what makes you think that Europe is any different?"

I left then, not bothering to run. My parents wouldn't try to stop me. Once in my room, I fell on to my bed, kicking off my shoes but not bothering to undress. The need to cry was gone, replaced now by an anger. An anger so intense that it made me want to kill both my parents.

Storm clouds rolled in, and somewhere far off I heard the sound of thunder as my eyes closed.

xXx

I awoke hours later to rain dripping on my face. Rosie must have opened a window before the storm to let some air in. There was a sandwich displayed on a fancy plate next to a note on my bedside table. My stomach grumbled, reminding me just how hungry I was. I ate the sandwich before even picking up the note. On it there was a single sentence, written in my mothers spirally handwriting.

You leave in two days

No 'love Mom', or 'hope you feel better'. Just that one sentence. Typical of my parents.

There we go. Chapter one. I'm not sure if I will continue. Reviews are welcome!

By the way, I need a title for this, If anyone has any ideas, review and I just might use it.

Love Always!

Sarah