Chapter 9.

Katy's POV.

As soon as I arrive home, I realise that I'm the first back. Grace and Liam will be no more than ten minutes behind me if they're slow, so I don't waste time to get into the shower first.

I wash my hair and shave and use this scrub that smells like a strawberry milkshake, which I massage onto my legs until my hands feel weird. Then, I throw everything in the plastic box I keep them in as I always keep the stuff I use in my room because I use a lot. And. I'm not a terrible sister so I don't want to take up all of the room in the shower. Also, Grace is a terrible sibling and always uses half a bottle of my stuff, most of which can be found smeared along the shower wall. Grace, Liam and I share one bathroom and Samantha and Andrew use the one downstairs, where their bedrooms are. They probably didn't want to get caught between us.

After about twenty minutes, I'm finished and leave the bathroom to see Liam race in a few seconds after. After I close my door I hear Grace complain and Liam's laugh from the bathroom.

Also, we're stubborn. Grace once wouldn't stop playing her music on loud at night, so I would wait for when her bedroom light went out, and then made the wind beat against her windows like mad. I kept this up for two weeks, until she started making everything I drank around her taste as salty as we are. Then we called it a truce.

We leave for camp at five, so I have a little over an hour to get ready, plenty of time.

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After I dry my hair, it is wavy at the bottom but almost straight at the top. I consider straightening it but it looks pretty good now, so I add leave in conditioner to it and that's all. It will only last until tomorrow morning anyways.

I decide not to wear any make up, apart from lip gloss and mascara. I've already packed and suitcase with most of my stuff I'm taking is already in Liam's car which he now has to share with me, but I never use it since he always does. It's cheaper to get a bus or a train than it is to pay for parking anyways.

I take my iPad and iPod and headphones because fuck talking to Liam or Grace. Also, this portable WiFi thing. Since we can't have mobile phones, I found a way to get around that by buying this WiFi thing online, which fits in my bag and doesn't need to be plugged in, so it's like having data. I could use it to message my friends, but I mainly use it for Spotify when I'm out. I haven't told Liam or Grace about it because otherwise I know it will end up being stolen by Grace at one point. I keep it in this make up case thing, which my neighbour gave to me after she had a clear out. Anyways, I lock the case back up and replace it back on the shelf of my wardrobe. This also has lock and key, but Grace and Liam have identical wardrobes so they could just use their own keys if they wanted to.

I pack my handbag with the stuff I want to keep with me in the car. My purse was already in there and since I won't need it at camp, I take it out. However, I might need it for fuel or something, so I put it back in and stash a ten dollar note in my front pocket incase I get my bag stolen or something. I don't have any coins, so I go to the glass jar I keep in my wardrobe that I have saved spare change in over time and take out 10$ in mostly quarters. I pour them all in a panda coin purse I got from Claire's years ago but never threw it out for whatever reason. I swear, I keep everything in my wardrobe except for my clothes which I keep in my drawers.

Liam comes into my room wearing a white button up shirt and dark blue jeans. He's washed his hair and I think he's cut his hair. "You ready?" He asks me. "Yeah, you?" I reply, placing the last few things in my bag

"Nearly, do you mind driving?" He asks.

"Why?"

"Does it matter why?." He asks. Then, I realise that I could drive us to a McDonald's on the way there so I agree. "Cheers, you can play your music." He says on the way out.

At five, I go to the front door and shout that we're leaving. Liam and Grace call back to say that they're coming, so I go out.

The car is my dad's old car. It's a blue hyandi with five seats, so we always had to travel in two cars when we went out together, before last year, until dad. No, I won't even think about him for the rest of today. I take a deep breath and shake myself out of it.

I plug my iPod into the aux lead and turn on the WiFi, which I put back in my bag, which I keep on. The Best Damn Thing by Avril Lavigne begins to play just before Liam sits in the passenger seat and Grace closes the boot. She gets into the back. "Why am I always the one to sit in the back?" She complains.

"Because you've got the shortest legs." Liam replies. "Why did we have to move to Yonkers? It'll take nearly two hours to get to camp, it only took twenty minutes when we lived in Stratford!" He sighs.

(AN: I've never been to New York or the US so I'm relying on google maps, I really hope I've got this right, but please don't kill me if I'm wrong.)

"Well, we'll stop at McDonald's on the way, I'm starving and I'm also driving." I declare.

"Alright, I could eat too, but go through the drive way, we don't have enough time to stop for long." He says "have you got any money?" He asks.

"Why? Do you?"

"I've got twenty dollars in cash, and about a hundred in the bank. I quit my waiting job two weeks ago since they wouldn't let me have the summer off, and I had to go to camp."

Liam and I both got jobs since moving house. Liam worked at an Italian restaurant and Samantha is friends with the owner of this shop that sells mainly candles and bath bombs. She got me a job there working at the till and the place smells pretty amazing, and I got a forty per cent discount. I'm not interested in candles or bath bombs but the lip balms, body butters and the body scrubs smell so good. Grace had said that she wouldn't dare get a job, and Liam and I told her that she'd be fired on within a week for being rude or being late.

After forty minutes, we come across a service station with a McDonalds and a Starbucks. I drive into the car park but my parking could use some work. I stop and start about three times and Grace is jerking forwards and backwards since she doesn't wear a seatbelt.

I climb out and to inspect. I've done alright, I think. Liam will have to climb over to get out my side since the car to the left is close. Good job I parked facing outwards.

When we enter, Liam and I line up at McDonald's whereas Grace goes into Starbucks. I'll probably get a Frappuccino to take with me before we leave. Since we'll be eating inside. Don't listen to Liam.

"Next order?" The cashier calls and we walk up to the till.

I get my chicken nuggets and Liam gets his Big Mac. We sit at a table for four, opposite each other and eat. Four empty tables to our right, there is a family with three girls, probably between fourteen and seventeen. Liam smirks as we overhear one of the girls saying how hot 'the boy in the white shirt' is and another asks if 'that girl' is his girlfriend and I almost choke on my food.

"Oh my God, I think they heard us." One of them gasps.

Grace arrives with a Starbucks chocolate Frappuccino and pulls up a chair on the side of the table, to my right. "Hey." Another girl comes to our table and sits next to Liam. She has dark, almost black, hair and patchy fake tan. "Hi." Liam replies. The three girls from before are curious and watch what's going on.

"My name's Charlotte, what about you?"

"I'm Liam."

"Hey Liam, so, what are you doing tonight." She asks, holding his arm and I have to stop myself from laughing. But he's clearly uncomfortable and is leaning away from her so I help him out. "Hi, I'm Katy, can I help you?" I smile.

"I wasn't talking to you."

"Well, I can answer your question, if you want. My boyfriend and I are going away for the weekend with his sister." I smile and she glares at me.

"Is she your girlfriend?" She asks Liam and we both turn pink.

"She's the love of my life." He replies. And with that, the girl storms off and he lets out a laugh.

"Thanks for that." He says.

"You're welcome babe." I giggle and Grace slaps my shoulder and his chest.

Somebody cries out from the main entrance and then the sky turns almost black.

Within a minute, I see the worst storm I've ever seen in my life.

Hail hammers down on the windows and car alarms go off. The wind is ferocious and a tree from outside is smacked against the windows, shattering the glass. Thankfully, nobody was by the windows. Brilliant shocks of white rip through the sky followed by thunder less than a second after. Everybody has now stood up and many are taking videos. A little girl is screaming and her father tries to calm her down but he looks as worried as everybody else. Then the lights go out. Power cut.

Some people turn on their torches, but otherwise it's pitch black inside.

"I can't control it!" Somebody shrieks. "I can't make it stop!" A boy about twelve or thirteen runs to the window and thrusts his arms towards the sky. As he does so, lightning strikes where he had pointed. He jumps back, clearly that wasn't what he wanted. "A guarde!" A woman cries.

"Katy, you have to stop it." Grace turns to me.

"Are you serious?" I scoff

"She's right. Katy." Liam hold me by the shoulders and we hold eye contact. "This storm will only get worse, people could end up dead. When the authorities come, say you developed legacies a while ago but were too afraid to speak up. That would explain why you were more in control." He advises.

They're right, the storm is only getting worse and it could be half an hour before the emergency services come. It only took a minute for the windows to give way.

"I'll try." I say.

I run up next to where the boy was standing and I have to divert the wind to stop myself from being blown back. My hair is blown in my face and I quickly tie it up. "What are you doing!" Someone calls out.

I hold my arms out and feel myself take control over the weather. I feel the boy's own power fight against mine but the god of the sky himself gave me this power, If to avoid humiliation, and the sky favoured me. Of course it does, everybody loves me.

"What the?" The boy says as I kill the storm. The wind is reduced to a breeze and the rain is barely a drizzle within a minute. The lightning calms down down as the sky lightens again and the black clouds fade away, allowing the sunlight to pass.

The windows have been destroyed by the hail and there rocks scattered everywhere

that must have been thrown by the wind. The small trees that had been in front of the station are either uprooted or snapped. The floor is covered in smashed glass and the lights are still out, but it's light outside and we can see clearly. Including the cameras that caught all that.

"You're like me," the boy whispers.

"Yeah," I force a grin.