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

8. Chapter 8

Cameron Brown

Born 28 November to Benjamin Brown

Unendowed

If we were a normal family, I probably wouldn't be writing this. I would have a different mum and dad, and I wouldn't have any brothers or sisters, or I'd have even more. I'd have lighter hair or darker it might not. I'd have blue eyes, or brown, or green, or grey. I might be taller or shorter, older or younger, cleverer or stupider. I might be called George or Nigel. I might be dead or ill. I probably wouldn't be the same Cameron Brown.

I guess what I'm trying to say is we're not normal, really, and we could be so many things if were. But I suppose I'm probably lucky. I've got to think about the others. All my friends and their families, I mean. Compared to them, we're normal... Ish. They could be a lot more normal than us, and that's a shame.

Being normalish has its advantages. Normalish people aren't noticed by anyone who knows about the War. Normalish people aren't slapped and called rather select names by bullies. Normalish people don't have to worry about magic getting out of hand. So I know I'm lucky.

I always talk to Cook when I can. She once told me that she was once the lodestone, and had to keep the balance. She was supposedly the one keeping the Bloors from causing chaos. And I can see that. She radiates peace and tranquility. Probably some sort of endowment, peace or charisma or something. But now the Bloors are gone, she doesn't seem to have anything to do. When I asked her about this, she just said her job hasn't changed. I was smaller at the time and didn't understand but now I know the world isn't just divided into good people and the Bloors. She still has to help the endowed stay safe from anyone who wants to control them. And I think we've got to do the same. The unendowed, I mean. We've got to keep them safe from themselves. Nobody wants a thunderstorm walking down the street but it's still a danger. We've got to bring them down to earth, make them a bit more normal. Maybe my family aren't the best people for the job, but no one else will do it. So we do it. We keep them normalish. And that's why we're not a normal family.