Chapter 1 – Fireball of a Copycat

I walked to the front of the classroom and took a deep breath; I ignored the quiet laughs and stares of my classmates.

"So Mrs. Daniels, please read your essay on the Salem Witch Trials out loud" Mr. Bernard said as he adjusted his glasses.

I refused to believe that what he wore, his hobbies and his thick rimmed glasses were something conjured up from free will, Mr. Bernard had told us many times before that he thought our generation was rather dense and bad mannered, so was he come to think of it.

"Right, the Salem Witch Trials were trials held before the local magistrates. The magistrates would then prosecute people suspected of practicing witch craft, despite being generally known as the "Salem" witch trials, the preliminary hearings in 1692 were conducted in a variety of towns across the province: Salem Village, Ipswich, Andover and Salem Town. The best-known trials were conducted by the Court of Oyer and Terminer in 1692 in Salem Town." I said. I stopped to take a breather and then looked up and noticed that everyone was staring at me, even the boy in the back who hated our history lessons and had never contributed but kept an amazingly flawless GPA had looked up.

I sighed and returned to my seat; Mr. Bernard stood up and wrote my name on the board. "Detention Mrs. Daniels, tonight" he said and asked the girl in front of me to go and read out her essay. Detention wasn't anything new to me, it was where I spent most of my time, it was either that or stand up in front of my class week after week and embarrass myself for being a little smarter than everyone else, Mr. Bernard was lucky I at least read part of my essay out.

I groaned and looked out of the window; I watched a plane as it flew past and then caught the eye of the boy two seats away. I'd never really noticed him until he'd looked up at me, he smiled and I did my best attempt at smiling back.

As I risked looking over at the boy again the bell went and I instantly stood up, I picked up my bag and anxiously threw my textbook and pen in. I struggled with the zip and then took my mirror out of the side pocket; I looked in it and fiddled with my blonde hair a little. I put my mirror back in my bag and turned around, my smile instantly faded when I saw that he'd already left.

I walked to my locker and slowly done the combination, I buried my face inside it and sighed. "Hey, Erin, are you ready to go?" Sarah asked, I turned around and nodded. Sarah was my best friend, apart from the times where she was talking about all of the boys she'd slept with, classes she'd skipped out on and how much she'd drunk at the weekend.

I frowned dramatically all the way to the large double doors everyone left through, dodging hyperactive teenagers left right and centre.

It was stupid to miss someone who you hadn't even spoken to wasn't it?

We walked through the double doors and I turned around and waved to another friend, as I twisted to face forward again I walked into someone. I said sorry repeatedly and picked up my books which were scattered all over the floor.

"Sorry, I'm so clumsy" I said as I picked up my last book.

I looked up to see who I'd mildly assaulted and then smiled; it was the guy from my history class. I couldn't explain what I was feeling, excitement? Nausea?

"Don't worry about it" he said smiling, his eyes were a bright blue and his blonde hair shone in the sunlight.

"I'm Wyatt" he said smiling and held out his hand.

"Erin" I said and took his hand, we were staring at each other for an un-measurable amount of time until Sarah coughed trying to get my attention. I shook my head quickly as I realised everyone was staring at us; I quickly retracted my hand and laughed nervously.

"Well, I should be going" I said smiling again.

"Of course, I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked.

I nodded and waved as I walked past; I clutched my books to my chest and sighed.

"Erin, do you know who that was?" Sarah said grabbing my arm tightly.

"He said his name was Wyatt didn't he?" I said looking confused.

"Yes but… He's Wyatt Halliwell" she said, "Only the hottest guy in school" she continued.

I sighed, "Great, that completely ruins any chance I might have had with him" I said and felt annoyed at Sarah for pointing that out.

We walked in silence for a while until we came to an alleyway, "I'm going to go through here, it's a shortcut and I really just want to get home" I said.

"Oh, ok then, be careful" she said smiling.

We gave each other our usual hug and I began walking down the alleyway.

I could hear my converse squelch as I walked down it and could smell a faint scent of something disgusting coming from behind a dumpster. I continued walking and took a deep breath; I turned around and saw three men walking towards me.

'Oh great' I thought to myself, "Hey, girlie" one of them called.

I stopped and turned around slowly, "Yes" I asked.

"You're Erin aren't you? Erin Daniels" he asked

I nodded and watched carefully as he looked at his hand, "What are you…" I began to ask but stopped when I saw that he was on fire.

"Are you alright, your on fire?" I said quickly.

He smirked and lifted his hand up, I knew what was coming next and I had no idea how I was going to get out of it. The man threw it and I dropped to the floor instantly, I crawled behind a nearby dumpster and felt tears starting to form. "It's a shortcut" I said to myself, "Well done Erin" I continued but something told me that these men would have found me anywhere I'd have been.

I looked around the corner and watched as the other two men created the same flames the middle man had. "Erin" said a sudden voice. I looked around and saw my grandmother standing there smiling, she was wearing a white dress, a red scarf and a light was hovering above her head.

"Grandma?" I said in disbelief.

"Hello Erin, I can't stay for long, but remember when you were a little girl and I told you that you were gifted with…" she said.

I thought for a minute, "Gifted with the power to copy others?" I said and she nodded, "Grandma, I can't create fire with my hands so that really doesn't help me" I replied.

She looked at me and her expression said I was missing the obvious, "But how can I?" I asked.

My grandmother smiled at me, "Just hold your hand out and copy him" she said and pointed to one of the men, "Goodbye dear, good luck" she said and with a bright flash she was gone. "Wait" I called but she didn't come back, I sighed and stood up.

"Alright!" I shouted, "Before you… you know, kill me, can I say something?" I asked.

"Fire away" the man on the left said.

"Couldn't have put it better myself" I said and hoped this worked, I raised my hand and acted as if I was throwing something… and I was.

My fireball went flying through the air and it hit the man on the left directly in his chest. Flames suddenly surrounded him and he was screaming in pain, I watched with my mouth open and done the same again, this time to the man on the right.

"Erin!" said a voice from behind me, I turned around and it was Wyatt. "Wyatt, what are you doing here?" I asked surprised. "Apparently saving you" he said and ran over to me surrounded by blue spheres.

I shut my eyes tightly and opened one eye slightly after a while; I opened both of them when I saw that we were in a house. I looked around, "Where are we?" I asked in confusion.

"My house" Wyatt said as he watched my face carefully, probably waiting for me to faint I thought.

"That's orbing isn't it?" I said and looked at him.

Wyatt looked at me stunned, "Yeah, how…" he began.

"My grandmother was clairvoyant and since I can copy powers I guess my dreams weren't just dreams, they were the future" I said smiling.

"Was I in your dreams?" Wyatt asked, his voice was so soft and warm.

I nodded and he brushed my hair out of my face, "Your taking all of this very well and you seem to know a lot" Wyatt said.

"Well my dreams helped a lot, explained everything thoroughly" I continued smiling.

"Well since that very long and very boring part is out of the way, how about, we go out tonight" he asked.

"Like… on a date?" I asked smiling brightly.

Wyatt nodded, "Well… yeah, I'd love to" I said.

He smiled, "Great, I'll pick you up tonight at 7" he said and leaned down to kiss me.

It was brilliant… I'd never felt something so amazing ever, I felt impressed at how good it was, I mean, he'd saved my life, and now I was kissing him, was I allowed to be kissing him? Maybe everyone at school would feel funny about us dating… did this kiss mean we were dating? Oh god, I'm thinking about this way to much.

I stopped thinking completely and enjoyed this moment, the moment I'd hoped lasted forever.