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

6. Chapter 6

Georgina Yewbeam

Born 11 May 2016 to Tancred Torsson and Emma Tolly

Flyer

Sometimes I really hate my dad.

I mean, of all the strange and wonderful things he could have been, a storm-bringer? A STORM-BRINGER? What the hell? What happens to all the vulnerable little birds like me? And then, he marries mum, so I'm the one who has to live with him. And just to top it off, he brings Matt into this world, an action I know I would really regret. Great, another storm-bringer to throw my frail little self about. Tell you what, why don't you just look me up in a dungeon with no food, company or water. You could flood I too if you like. It would be a lot safer. Maybe I'd actually live past my thirteenth birthday. What a momentous occasion that would be. I could finally die happy in the knowledge that I managed to survive a whole thirteen years in this family.

I know it's not his fault but he ruined my life simply by having me. But now he's done that, he's hardly even here to say sorry. I mean, why does he stay behind? Does he find it hard being a weatherman? But no, thanks for reminding me, he literally makes weather. Does he work overtime bringing coffee to other newsreaders? Does he find something in the weather department particularly fascinating? Does he go to little parties down the pub with his old friends and not tell us? If so, urrgh. I don't want my dad drunk under any circumstances, even if I do hate him.

I must say, I like the idea of him bringing extra coffee to the newsreaders ("no milk, seventeen sugars, Mr Torsson") but when I asked mum, all she said was "Your father has to do a lot of work, Georgina. More than he realized. It's a lot less easy than you think." What's that supposed to mean? And if anyone's working hard it's me. I'm the one who volunteers to clean out the parakeet enclosure at the zoo for mum. It's not like I need to or anything, I'm just being nice. It's not like I want to either. The piles of parrot poo are colossal. I could easily just give up on it and let mum work as hard as me. But I don't because I'm too nice. I'm far too generous and kind to ever sink to their level. Because someone around here needs to keep the balance between order and chaos. No one else is gonna do it.