Hi there, this is just a small chapter. I promise the next one will be longer than this one! The story is based on a girl named Natasha who is an firestarter. Ever since she was little, she has been able to start fires with her mind when ever she was scared, nervous or in danger. Please tell me what you think by hitting the review button or favouring or following this story. Thanks.
Natasha's POV
Unexplainable, out of the ordinary and strange things keep happening to me.
No matter where I go, no matter what I do, I can never escape it. I can never run away from it or hide. Somehow it creeps back and strikes when I least expect it. I try to scream but no one can hear me, I try to confide in someone but they just flee, I try to conceal it but it seems to reveal itself. I have a secret. A hair curling, spine chilling secret that I haven't even told my twin sister, Clementine out of fear that the moment that she finds out she will, she will disown me. I could imagine the colour draining from her face, her heart pounding against her chest, too scared to understand. Too afraid to speak, too afraid of the unknown, afraid of me. When I was eight years old, Denise Beale and her best friend, Linda Butcher had been teasing my older sister calling her 'ugly' Betty and before I could stop myself, a fire started and burned her favourite doll right out of existence. Since then, I had grown to love fire whilst most people fear it, it was best friend, my faithful companion and my source of strength and comfort. All my life, I had known that I was a firestarter but I never understood why. Neither of my parents were magical or had the power to create fire. My father was a engineer and my mother was a midwife living a normal life with their nine children. My older brother had always said that I could start fire because I was a witch but I always thought that he was joking until I received my letter to Hogwarts.