Disclaimer:
No. I don't own Charlie Bone or any characters apart from Summer and Andrew. This is my first Fanfiction Story. Hope you like it! :D
Chapter One – First DayI stared straight past Dr. Bloor, through the large window behind him. Luckily, he was too busy discussing some crap I didn't give a shit about to notice my inattention. Outside, I could see students beginning to appear, and making their way through the sturdy, iron gates that sealed them from the fresh outdoors. I sighed impatiently as I swung my legs backward and forth out of boredom.
It was Monday morning and my mother had enrolled me into Bloor's Academy. I was 16 years old and endowed. It was my first day here. The worst day of my life. Bloor's was a school for gifted and talented children in Art, Music and Drama, but it was also a place for special children. Freaks like me. I stared at the cold, empty office of Dr. Bloor. The room was huge. There were books crammed in every space available in the many bookcases. At the back of the room, was his desk, where we were sitting. There were files and random sheets of paper scattered all over it and a small lamp. Behind the desk, was a very big, leather black chair, with Dr. Bloor sitting on it. Dr. Bloor was a tall, intimidating character. He had grey hair and a moustache. His voice was loud and threatening and his eyes were dark. He looked middle-aged, and seemed like a quite unfriendly man. But most of the kids here seemed pretty scared of his son, from what I heard.
So how did I end up in this school for freaks? It all started a week ago. I was cooking dinner for the first time in ages. I was a crap chef, and I already set off the fire alarm twice in less than half an hour. It was a false alarm though. When I finally managed to get everything under control, I ran upstairs quickly to grab a hair band to tie up my long chestnut brown hair. As I passed the corridor, I peeked through each room. My mother was resting on the king-sized bed in her own room and my little sister, Amie, was playing with her dolls on the floor in her room. I dashed into my bedroom and grabbed a purple hair band from the desk. Whilst I tried to tie up my hair, so it didn't fall in the way, I sprinted back down the spiral staircase to check on dinner. It was then, right there in the kitchen that my whole future went down the drain. I sat on a stool, keeping a watchful eye on dinner, when all of a sudden, the flame on the cooker started to dance vigorously. I jumped up, causing the stool to fall to the floor. I turned the cooker off, but for some reason the flame didn't go out. It was like someone was controlling it, I tried to waft it away, but the flame reacted by growing bigger and spreading across the counter. I started to panic as I tried to waft the fire away more roughly. Big mistake. Or was it? My hand caught in the fire by my carelessness. I flinched back and immediately shut my honey-brown eyes, expecting to feel an immense amount of pain. Nothing. Not even a sting. I slowly opened my eyes again. My palms were hot. I looked down at them and screamed. My ear-splitting cry sent my mother and sister sprinting down the stairs. I was aware of an annoying, high-pitched beep ringing through my ears. The fire alarm. Mum and Amie burst through the door and gasped. There was a loud thud as mum fainted, but I was too preoccupied with the flames dancing around in my palms to rush to her aid. Amie ran to get the telephone and dialled the number for the fire brigade and the other things needed. All the time I stared in horror at the flames. I was controlling them! "Summer! Your hands are one fire!" Amie yelled through tears. I finally looked up to see Amie staring at me like I was a freak show. I looked from her to mum and back, before ordering Amie to get a glass of water. I wish the fire would die down. I'm scared. Immediately, as if it heard my wish, the orange, flickering flames started to disappear. My head snapped up as I followed the direction of Amie's bloodcurdling shriek. A massive blob of water was floating in mid-air. Slowly the blob crept closer towards me. Just when I thought the blob of water was going to engulf me, it stopped and hovered in front of me as if waiting for a command. I stared mesmerized by the things I saw. Then 3 things all happened at once.
The blob of water exploded and splattered the floor with cold, wet liquid.
I strong wind hit me as rocks tumbled by my side, hovering in the air.
The sound of fire engine startled me, as most of the floor burst into flames.
That night was a night that I never forgot. My mother found out I was descended from a master of all 4 elements, Water, Earth, Fire and Air. She believed I was too, and as always, she was completely right. She dragged me to my personal hell, taking me away from my friends and family and placing me in a strange, big boarding school.