Hey! So this is my first fanfic about Karla and Saul's imaginary 8th Son, fifteen-year-old Karlos and how he meets his Soulfinder. Please r&r!
I woke up to Xav slapping a cold flannel across my face. It was Monday. Another miserable day at school. It would probably suck. Looking at the new schedule, I just remembered what Jonas, one of my fellow "jocks" had said at lunch on Friday. Some new girl from Malibu was going to start here on Monday. Either she's a snob or a surfer dude who's probably going to hate me.
"Karlos! Come on down and eat your breakfast darling!", Mom shouted from the kitchen. For being about five feet two inches, she had a loud voice. Being the last and eighth child, Zed must've been lucky not be mushed with all the time... It just had to be me didn't it?
"Mom I'm fifteen! I'm not a baby anymore okay?"
"You'll always be my baby, Karlos."
Mom had given me a kiss on the cheek and my keys before she saw me run out the door. I grimaced at the sight she had projected into my mind. Me as a big baby, Mom holding me in her arms. Sometimes, when being able to pummel your brothers across the room wasn't cool, Savant powers really sucked.
I got on my bike. During the drive to school, I thought about Our kind. My powers were quite cool, I could control the elements: water, earth, fire and air. But then the word soulfinders came to my mind. Trace, my older brother, and I still hadn't found ours. It was the taboo of the Savant world. No one knew what was possible if someone didn't find their Soulfinder. They were stories that they went crazy. Maybe even go as far as committing suicide. I didn't want to think about it. Zed was so lucky to find Sky, and Yves is amazed to have found Phee. And the rest is history.
I pulled up by the school. My friends had been waiting for me by their usual parking slots. I wondered where Zed was. He wasn't flunking school with Sky, was he? If he was, Mom was so going to go Ninja on him- not to mention Dad being pissed off whilst still keeping his cool, something I would never learn how to do. I left that thought for a second, because someone nudged by shoulder, must have been Jonas, and as I looked to the side one of the most beautiful- no, THE most beautiful girl I had ever seen was by her locker, wearing surfer style clothes that complemented her slender figure, her hair the darkest shade of brown, her eyes... Her beautiful, hazel, eyes were perfect. She was perfect.
Oh great, now all of the populars are staring at me, I heard from her mind- or was she saying it?
No, she can't be. Is this for real?
Her gaze met with mine. She mouthed "It's you."
I had found my Soulfinder.
But how was I supposed to tell Mom without her breaking into tears?