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Chapter 9-

The weeks that followed were some of the most entertaining of my life. Some of the stuff you can do with elemental powers is truly hilarious.

Fire alarms seemed to be going off a lot more often, thanks to graces magical fire. People also seemed to keep falling over rocks and tree roots that seemed to magically appear. Once during a particularly dull assembly, the headmistress' wig was blown clean off her head. No explanation was ever found. It was also one of the sunniest autumns on record, and it was well into November by the time we finally retreated to the library. It is also very amusing to be the only person who, in a torrential rainstorm, stays dry and does not have to do battle with an umbrella. Occasionally I stopped the rain, but only when I was feeling kind (mwahahahaha).

The only person who hadn't been playing with their new powers was Hope. The events on the roof seemed to have really freaked her out. It didn't look as if she wanted anything to do with magic. Before discovering the real existence of magic, she'd been almost as much of a fantasy lover as me. Now, she was pretending that it wasn't happening, but she had to embrace the awesomeness of magic and powers. We all needed to work on our powers at some point, to get ready to save the world from untold evil, but that could wait. We were having way too much fun messing with people at this point.

The only hard part was carrying on like nothing had changed. In many ways they hadn't. Lessons were still insanely boring, the food was still vile and Chloe Morgan and Libby Rivers were still evil.

Of course lots of things had changed. We had cool powers, we were supposed to save the world and perhaps the strangest thing; Miss Greenwood and Mr Jameson had vanished without a trace and nobody but us remembered them. They had been replaced by the dull and drab Mrs Read and Mr Springwell. At first we thought we were going crazy as everybody else said that they'd been our teachers for the past two years. It was later when we remembered that we had potentially killed Miss Greenwood in the gateway to chaos. However where Mr Jameson had gone was a total mystery.

Half term came and went. We just stayed at school like we do every half term. We only go home at Christmas, Easter and in the summer. This is only because we have to. Our parents probably wouldn't care either way.

It was about six weeks after that crazy night when our powers had been revealed. Nothing remotely interesting had happened in weeks (It turns out there is only so much you can do without getting caught) and we were getting bored.

Somehow the decision was made to sneak out one Saturday night. We headed deep into the woods that surround the school, Ed and Grace lighting the way. When we found a suitably large clearing, we started to try things that we'd never dared to try before. There wasn't the danger of falling off the roof or being found by a random passerby. Lighting, gales and earthquakes ensued in that forest clearing.

We all enjoyed it so much (yes, even Hope was starting to love magic), that it became a weekly thing. Every Saturday night we'd climb (or float in Abby's case) down from the top floor. We had fire to keep us warm and light to guide us. Wind disguised any sound we made and the trees were moved to hide us. Hope could call upon darkness to make us invisible, definitely making our escapes easier. And me? There actually wasn't much I could do. It was discovered much later that my power over water could heal pretty much any injury, but that was much later on and my lack of contribution left me feeling pretty useless in the whole great escape.

Chapter 10-

The weeks started to fly after we started our Saturday escapades. Before we knew it Christmas was upon us. All the festiveness was drawing to a close. Concerts had been performed; parties had been held and Christmas carols had been parodied to near exhaustion.

It was our last night in school before we headed to our separate corners of Britain for the holidays. The weather was forecasting snow and we were waiting with bated breath for the first White flakes to fall.

It got to lights out and we drew the conclusion that the snow wasn't going to come. We decided to head up to the roof for our last night before three weeks of nothingness and a return to school, considerably chubbier and in a state of post-Christmas depression.

Up on the roof, we assembled round a campfire. Somehow Grace had made it so that the fire couldn't burn through the roof but it still kept us warm. You've got to love that. Anyway, just as we were about to give each other our Christmas presents, the heavens opened and it started to pour with rain. I raised my hands, getting ready to stop the rain when a brilliant idea hit me. Snow is just frozen rain, right? So instead of stopping the rain, I willed it to turn into snow and within minutes a thick White blanket had covered the grass that still lay on the roof.

My friends looked up in wonder. I think Annie caught me with an idiotic grin on my face because she came over and asked, "Did you do this?"

I nodded and said, "Merry Christmas, guys!"

We all went slightly hyper after this. We played in the snow for hours, like I said: immature and proud of it. When it got to 4am, we stopped playing. After our epic snow battle, we had finally started to shiver, even with Graces fire. We made our way back inside and fell into bed.

It wasn't until the next day when we realised that we'd forgot about the presents. We had to rush that along with hugs and goodbyes. Playing in snow at 4am has its merits but being able to get up the next day is definitely not one of them. I was glad I'd thought to start packing the night before as the buses that would take us home were lined up outside.

We scrambled out of bed in a daze, shoving the last few things into our cases. I glanced out the window and saw the drivers starting the engines. That definitely started a mini stampede. Then we realised that we couldn't make it down there in time.

Abby flung open the window, filling the room with an icy wind. Before any of us could say a thing, the wind picked up the remaining stuff and shoved into (amazingly) the correct cases. After we'd stopped staring, we began throwing our suitcases out of the window. Then Abby jumped. I kind of wished we could have followed suit, but we couldn't. Instead, Annie made the creeping vines which scaled the wall, into an awesome, if slightly unstable, ladder.

We made it to the buses in the nick of time. Goodbyes and presents were hurriedly exchanged and I for one was exhausted by the time I flopped into my seat. It started to rain as the bus set off for the North-East of England, where more rain was to be expected. We waved manically to each other from the windows of our separate buses, heading to separate corners of the country. Ed was off to Keswick; Hope was going to London; Annie and Abby were heading down south and Grace was next to me. We had carefully selected seats as far away from Chloe as we possibly could.

The seemingly endless rain on the motorway was seriously depressing me. On and on it went. Then I had the same bright idea I'd had the previous night. The snow had only covered the roof then, but I hoped that with enough effort I could make it work on a much larger scale. I wanted a white Christmas, and I hoped that I was going to get it. I closed my eyes and tried to focus, which let me tell you is practically impossible on a bus full of hyper schoolgirls. We'd all eaten way too many haribos. I glanced out the window and sure enough, snow was falling and lying by the roadside. I texted Annie to see how well my plan had worked. Turned out it had, we were in for a White Christmas and I for one couldn't wait.

I smiled. Grace obviously caught sight of my idiotic grin this time and her reaction was similar to Annie's. Suddenly I felt dead tired, evidently making it snow over the whole country took a lot more energy than I'd originally anticipated. I felt myself drifting into sleep and I didn't wake up until we arrived in Durham. Our plan for toasting marshmallows with magical fire whilst on a bus would have to wait 3 weeks.

Chapter 11-

3 weeks later the school was rife with post-Christmas depression. I for one, had eaten way too much chocolate and I was feeling really fat and miserable The high points in my week back were bus ride as marshmallows toasted on a bus without anyone knowing seem to taste so much better; and seeing all my friends again.

Upon our arrival back at Milton we were greeted with a group hug. Yay hugs! It was good to be back again, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I knew something was off, when Hope asked to switch beds with me. This was really odd, as hope definitely has the best bed. She got it through the instructions on the Becca list; a survival guide Hope's older sister made for her. The only possible reason I could think of for her wanting to switch beds was to avoid either Ed or Abby. It turned out she was avoiding Ed.

They had a HUGE fight over the holidays. It was a comment war on Google buzz which is actually pretty pathetic when you think about it. Either way, there had been a lot of swearing or petty insults which I'm not repeating and they were really pissed off at each other.

I'm not quite sure whether this was a direct result of their fight or not, but the weather was seriously messed up. It went from huge black storm clouds to dazzling sun in seconds, which is extremely bizarre for January in the UK. There was also a hell of a lot of lightning. In black and White.

A small part of me remembered Mr Jameson's words in the gateway world.

"If your friendship becomes unbalanced, the universe does too and chaos may be able to take over." unfortunately my brain didn't listen to that small part of me. It was currently preoccupied with other issues.

It was really stressful trying to stop hope and Ed from killing each other. Trying to keep peace while listening to endless bitching behind people's backs and not take sides is really hard. I was about ready to explode.

Then 2 weeks down the line it all stopped. They were back to being best friends and the universe was (literally) balanced once more. We didn't ask what had happened, we just moved on. As that random song says, "We're the 6 Best Friends That Anyone Could Have; We're the 6 Best Friends That Anyone Could Have; We're the 6 Best Friends That Anyone Could Have And We'll Never ever ever ever Leave Each other!"

Unfortunately the 2 weeks of stress and unbalance had been enough to weaken the borders between realities. I'd had a weird warning about this in a dream, except it was a penguin talking so I didn't take it seriously. We were about to discover the seriousness of the situation for ourselves.

It happened a few days after peace had been restored. We were sitting and laughing round our favourite table up at tuck. I heard a voice behind me that made my blood run cold.

"Girls, what are you doing in here? You know you aren't allowed to stay in at break until year 10!"

I was thinking "oh crap, oh crap!" as I turned around to see the person who I was praying that I'd never see again. I turned to see that diminutive figure that struck fear into the hearts of even the bravest sixth formers. Miss greenwood had returned from the dead. I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to happen, but then again all sorts of things were happening that weren't supposed to. I'm sure teenage girls aren't supposed to be waterproof or glow in the , Miss Greenwood was back and it was bad news, very bad.

We tried to stay out of her way as much as we possibly could, praying that she wouldn't try to get revenge on us for killing her (not that I'd blame her...) However we were soon going to have to step up our avoidance tactics.

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