Oops!
I have realized that Fidelio was there when Olivia discovered her talent. Just… um… forget that? Yes. Once again, Sorry.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything in CB.
Chapter Three
Charlie, Fidelio, Gabriel and Billy walked up the big stone steps to Bloor's Academy. Fidelio's hair looked normal again, so Charlie blamed it on his imagination. They met up with Olivia, a tall girl with extremely long purple-black hair this week and black nail polish. I guess this week's theme is black. Charlie thought to himself with humor. This statement, in fact, was true. She was dressed in a short black dress with extremely high purple-black striped socks that ended way over the knee, and wore black lace up high heel boots, and she even wore a Darker-coloured purple cape. She smiled and said "I'm the witch in the new play. Can't tell you what the play is, though! Hey, Fido!"
Fidelio was exactly right. She was the exact different of last term. Olivia smiled (which looked a bit odd with her dark lipstick and white make-up) with the best enthusiasm. They all walked up the stairs and into the hall with waves from various people. They boys left Olivia to enter a door with two crossing trumpets over it. Billy Opened the door, but no one entered. They were all watching in awe as Mr. Bloor entered, each hand closing on the shoulders of two girls- one of which was blindfolded. Charlie had recognized them. They went to his old school- were they the fire starters? What were they're names? Eboni…. And…. He didn't know the other one. She hardly ever spoke, and when she did, it was a soft whisper. It had some relation to Eboni's though. They were sisters. There last names were- Yewbeam.
How could've Charlie been that dumb? They were Yewbeams. They were probably sent by the aunts to watch him. More spies! Even though they were sisters, the statement "fraternal twins" was stretched way too far. Eboni was a tall, thick, tanned girl with unruly short red hair that was always in a tight, frizzed curl hanging around her stout, round face. She was very confident, popular, and outgoing. She was blindfolded with a strangely familiar black tie, and was putting up quite a fight.
The other girl was short, thin, and kept constantly looking down; hiding her odd grey eyes and long, pale face behind a curtain of perfectly parted pin-straight hair. She had no friends, and always wrote in a black notebook during breaks. They were both led out of sight, and the whole crowd moved on as if nothing happened. It seemed only the endowed thought about it. Classes proceeded as usual, and nothing else happened that whole day. But when night came, something happened that would dash Charlie's hopes of this being a normal term.
Charlie woke up, startled. Something had waked him up. he looked around. Everyone in the dorm was asleep. From a very close distance a familiar voice spoke up. "pss, Charlie! Charlie, I'm right here!" Charlie's head was clearing up. "B...B..Ben? Why're you here? Wait. How'd you get in? Ben. I can't see you." he turned on the torch, and the few light sleepers in the dorm woke with a start and put their heads under their pillows, grimacing at the light. "Ben- I still can't see you. Where you?" with a sad voice, Ben answered, "I'm right here. I'm leaning on your nightstand." Still confused, Charlie looked over at his nightstand. "Ben, is this some kind of joke? Fidelio? Are you pulling a prank?" as if an answer, Fidelio grunted and rolled over in his sleep. "Ben I don't know where you are, but it's not funny. I still can't see you." with a very sad voice, Ben said, "I know. They're gone, Charlie. They're gone. Both of them. There was no detective work in Hong Kong. Some one tricked them. They're gone. The cats brought me back, and I've been unseeable ever since."
Charlie gasped. "You mean, your parents…" he imagined Ben nodding sadly, for he didn't say anything. "Well, we must think about getting you seeable again. Maybe thinking about a happy thing, since you became unseeable as you became sad." There was a long pause, then, "No. Won't work. Just tried it. Thought about my seventh birthday party. Only one when you weren't the only one there. My cousin came. Don't you remember?
Charlie remembered only to well. After talking to his cousin alone, he discovered he only came because he was forced to. But nonetheless, he realized why this had been a good memory for Ben.
"Anyways," Ben added. "I can go through things, too, like I'm made out of air. And there are a lot of things that weren't there before, like this book I found In my room." Charlie pointed out that he didn't see anything. "well, maybe you could think about what you look like, than. If you were made out of air, than this might work. After a long two minutes, Ben popped into view, though he was very sad-looking. "Ben! I can see you!" Charlie harshly whispered. Ben looked in the mirror. He had no reflection. Sadly, he said, "I can't." Charlie moved the torch over to him. He had no shadow, either, and he made no noise when he reached the creaky floor boards. "Ben," Charlie asked. "What was that book named?" Ben looked up. He was fading from view. "It was a diary, a notebook, rather. It had a black cover. It had a name and a title on the front page, though. It said, 'Rowan Yewbeam, president of the Dreamers' society'. Ever heard of a thing like that?" Charlie didn't answer. It just hit him that Ben was endowed. And that he was bound to take is side if he went to Bloor's. And that if he did, he would be in grave danger. "Ben," he started. "It would be better that you stay in the school, now that you are already in it. But whatever you do, stay unseeable. Understand?" In truth, Ben didn't understand one but, but he agreed. This was to be a long term for Charlie Bone.