The Girl with the Rotten Touch
Chapter 1
The Shy New Girl
Charlie Bone was doing his dreaded one afternoon in late March when he heard a car door slam. Carious, he looked out the window to the house across his on Diamond Street. A van was outside the house that had been emptied for about two weeks. A man with messy black hair and a bread to match was standing next to the grey van yelling in to it, like someone was in there. He then went to the back of the vehicle and opening the trunk door. One of the doors slid opened and a young man, probably about nineteen or twenty came out of the car and stretched. While trying to make his own messy black hair go down he went to the back to help the older man.
"Charlie! Come here son!" Charlie's father, Lyell Bone, called from somewhere downstairs.
"Coming!" Charlie called back before taking one last look at the new neighbors. There was now a girl with the two men. Her white hair was like the other men's, messy and in need of a good brushing. But her hair was all in her face and she wore long black clothing and gloves over her pale skin, unlike the other two who wore bright colors and short sleeve shirts.
Charlie ran down stairs to see his father at the front door with his uncle. "What's up?" Charlie asked as he jumped the last three of the staircase.
"We're going over to help our new neighbors, dear boy! They look like they have a lot of stuff to carry!" Paton Yewbeam said as he slipped on his sunglasses.
"There is also a girl around your age that would probably like to know at least one person her own age," Mr. Bone opened the door and Charlie followed them. The older man, who Charlie now guessed is at least the girl's father, was laughing as the girl blushed. The girl looked over to Charlie and his male family and went white. The man noticed the sudden change in his daughter and also looked over at them.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to startle you're daughter!" Lyell said cheerfully as the three stopped on the side walk.
The man chuckled as the girl hide behind her father. "Don't worry about it," the man had a French accent to his voice. "She's a very shy girl around new people,"
"So we see," Paton nodded.
"You're the family that lives across the street, right?" the man asked.
"That's right. I'm Lyell Bone, and this is my cousin, Paton Yewbeam, and my son Charlie. We where wondering if you need help with anything?" Mr. Bone said as the young man came out of the house.
"Fay-Fay, I… Oh!" the young man stopped in mid sentence and looked over at the other two.
"Just in time Adam! Come over here!" the father backend for the other man to come over. "This is Paton Yewbeam and Lyell and Charlie Bone, they live across the street and are here to help us," the father turned back to Charlie and his family. "I'm Professor Michele Mirage, and this is my son, Adam, and my daughter, Faye,"
"B-b-b-bonjour," Faye said in a soft, quiet voice as she slowly came out from behind her father. "It's n-n-n-nice to m-m-meet y-you…"
"Yeah," Adam said as he came over and put a hand on Faye's head. "Faye, I got your cape for school in your closet, okay?"
"K-k-kay," Faye nodded as Adam kissed her head and went to get another box.
"I'm assuming that she's going to Bloors?"
"That's right," Professor Mirage nodded to Mr. Bone. "And I think that some help would be nice," the professor turned to Faye. "Why don't you and Charlie get acquitted? I assume Charlie goes to Bloors?"
"That's right. Charlie could help Faye out by telling her about it. What do you say Charlie?" Mr. Bone looked over to his own child.
"Sure thing dad," Charlie nodded.
"Off you go then my elf!" the professor gave Faye a little pushed toward Charlie and went to get more boxes. Paton patted Charlie's shoulder and went to help with Mr. Bone following.
Charlie looked over to the girl and gave her a slight smile. "There's a park near by if you would like to go and hang out there?"
"Sure…" Faye nodded and blushed slightly. "That would be nice…"
The quiet girl followed Charlie and walked slowly beside him. Charlie noticed that she was shorter then he was and had three ear pricings on both her earlobes and two ear pricings on her the right ear cartilage and one on the left.
"So…" Charlie said after a while. "What department are you in?"
"I'm in music…"
"Me too. What instrument do you play?"
"I use my voice and I play one instrument in each category of instruments… What about you?"
"I play trumpet…"
"Doesn't sound like you like it..." she looked over at him and smiled slightly.
Charlie blushed. "It's not the instrument I hate, it's the teacher. He doesn't like people like me,"
"You're endowed… aren't you?"
Charlie looked over at Faye in surprise. "How… how did you…"
"I was just guessing… I'm endowed myself…" Faye looked away with tears in her eyes.
"You okay?" Charlie asked, looking worried at the girl.
Faye nodded and whipped her tears away. "I'm fine..."
Charlie didn't believe her, but he didn't know her well enough to make her tell him.
For about an hour, Charlie told Faye about Bloors and how he and some of his friends will help her around to her classes in till she can find her own way around. Faye was listening carefully and would nod when he asked if she could remember something.
"We're probably won't be in the same classes," Charlie said as they walked back. "You're eleven, right?"
"Fourteen…" Faye said blushing.
"R-r-r-really?" Charlie asked as Faye nodded. "Well you'll be in some of the same classes as three of my friends, Gabriel, Tancred, and Lysander,"
"Okay…" they came to Faye's house to see her father closing the back of the van.
"Well, you're still alive, my elf, and the boy hasn't ran away yet. So I guess it went okay?" the professor chuckled at his own joke.
"Father, that wasn't funny," Faye said as her father went walked back to the house. "Thank you, Charlie. I'll look forward to next Monday," she gave a slight smile. "Bye,"
"See you," Charlie nodded as Faye ran up to her house.
She turned around at the door and gave him another soft smile before going into the house.