The Bone Academy

by St Pangolin

This is my first attempt at a series and it's Charlie Bone! It's set in the year 2028 and for now I'm just gonna be uploading seperate chapters written from the POVs of the character's kids. I own nothing by Jenny Nimmo and any similarities to real-life things are just coincidences. Honest! Review please and enjoy! BY ONE OF ACCOUNT'S OTHER AUTHORS

3. Chapter 3

Matt Torsson

Born 17 May 2013 to Tancred Torsson and Emma Tolly (of course)

Storm Bringer

So. That wasn't very... Dignified. Not quite sure what went on there. I think this could go either way. They're either incredibly impressed or absolutely appalled. Would you be surprised if I told you I was hoping for the former? No?

It's not like I wanted a thunderstorm in the house. And I know mum loves those plates, so I would never want to destroy them. And besides, all the other plates smell of burnt plastic, so I was hardly going to make an effort to use them. It just... Got a bit out of hand.

Ok, I admit it. I lost my temper. But can you blame me? I'm a storm-bringer going through puberty, you should be grateful that it doesn't happen more often. I try to keep my temper, but I've got Georgina and Paula yakking away, dad home late from the news studio and mum whizzing around my head as a thrush trying to dust. No wonder I got a bit upset. So don't go shouting at me.

It's not like I don't regret it. This is a big problem. Imagine what would happen if someone got hurt because of my storms. I'd be banged up in prison for the rest of my life. So I know it's probably just as well mum shouts. I do wish she'd stop calling me by my full name when she's cross though. I mean, Matthew Alexander Torsson? Who names their kid something like that? I mean, A) Matthew makes me sound like a Victorian aristocrat, 2) Alexander makes me sound like a Greek general and thirdly, Torsson makes me sound like a Norse god. Hardly subtle there.

And then there's the constant guilt trips. Do your friends really need to know about my latest 'temper tantrum' as you insist on calling them? Do they? I'm sure Fidelio doesn't need to be told I got cross because Paula stole my Maths book. He'd be perfectly happy if he just had no idea, and so would I. So next time you see any of your old friends, don't go spilling the beans on my outbursts, Ok?

And of course there's the punishments. Punishing all three of us is such a cheap trick, and I end up with two extremely grouchy sisters. And of course you don't punish them for their little 'acts of vengeance', or indeed for anything. They haven't quite reached the point where you stop thinking that they're adorable and start thinking they're responsible, but I have. So I'm the one in trouble always. For God's sake, Paula's 13! She is not a cute little girl any more! So can you stop taking everything out on me!