I was the first to leave school...of course. I plugged in my earphones, the sound of Sick Puppies instantly filling my ears. As well as drowning out the sound of tired hormonal teenagers…because that was something I really didn't need to hear.

Although I had to admit, sometimes I would wonder what it would be like if I was one of those teenagers, happily chatting loudly with my peers. So carefree, so happy, so...normal. The idea of being abnormal has never really bothered me; I've just learnt how to deal with it, but that still doesn't stop me from thinking about how it would be like on the 'other side'...

By this time I had already crossed the path to go to my special area, my place of serenity and peace… but I guess you could call it a garden. I had a feeling going to the garden was a good idea… something told me that going straight home would be something I was going to regret.

The couple of hours I spent drawing was probably the most peaceful hours of my life. Nothing but quiet to soak in, I was in my happy place…until I looked at my watch and realised it was 5 o 'clock and Trudy would slaughter me if I wasn't home soon. Sighing, I picked up my bag, put my sketch book in it, and started walking back to the house.

I couldn't wait till the day when I could do whatever I wanted, no rules to hold me back. The day I would be at liberty. Not that I didn't appreciate Trudy's concern for me, it's just sometimes that can be a bit-suffocating.

It was still pretty bright for 5 o'clock, spring was definitely coming. I couldn't wait, spring means more sun, and more sun means being outside more and not inside with my asphyxiating house mates.

When I stepped into Anubis house, a feeling of apprehension washed over if three red flags had just appeared in my view. Something was going to happen...and I knew I wasn't going to like it.

"Patricia dear, come here please" I heard Trudy call from the living room. I frowned…there it is I thought tiredly.

The feeling of apprehension rose as I walked in to the living room seeing everyone already sat down.

Gosh , how bad is this news going to be?

Trudy's not leaving is she? No she would have told me, but why else would we be sitting in silence like this, as if someone just died.

Oh great, I'm in trouble aren't I? Why else would I have a constant feeling that this gathering is because of me.

I gingerly took the first empty space I saw, careful to sit far away as possible from everyone else. Even if it meant almost falling off of the damn chair. The further away I was from them ,the better. That way they couldn't see my facial expressions and I wouldn't see theirs.

Suddenly I couldn't take the feeling of guilt I felt, I didn't do anything, I had to clear my name! Soon enough, I found myself saying…

"Whatever it is, I didn't burn it I swear!" I exclaimed defensively. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I said it, some probably startled by my random outburst and others...probably not.

Trudy chuckled "No dearie you're not in trouble, none of you are"

"I highly doubt that" I heard someone mutter…most likely Jerome. I could practically hear his, classic smirk in this voice.

Idiot.

"No really! None of you are in trouble" Trudy assured "I gathered you here to tell you that a new student will be arriving tomorrow"

Great. That was no where near as bad as I thought it would be …it was worse, a lot worse.

There was a silence; I knew what everyone was thinking. A new person in this house meant a new person to be cautious of me, a new person to warn about my cursed ability.

"Well…that's cool" Fabian spoke up, awkwardly. I resisted the overwhelming urge to roll my eyes, of course it would be Fabian to try and see the bright side in everything. There was no point in sugar coating it, we all knew this situation would be a disaster. Mimicking my thoyghts, there was another moment of silence and Trudy frowned at our response. I simply kept my head down and listened for the first opportunity to get out of this room.

"Can we go now?" Jerome finally spoke up. I sighed in relief. The awkward silence was gradually becoming unbearable, I was starting to consider running.

Trudy huffed making sure to show her disappointment, but she nodded anyway. I shot up as soon as I saw her head move; I wanted to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

I got to my room and collapsed on my bed. Great. This is exactly what I needed...another person to avoid me like the plague, another person to hate me. I suppose if i'm used to the others acting this way, I would get used to the newcomer's frosty ways too.

Next morning was, as usual, pretty normal. Well, as normal as it can get for me, I followed my usual routine. It didn't seem like the newbie was arriving any time soon which i considered a good thing. As far as i am concerned, the longer he or she takes, the better. And i'm sure my fellow 'roomates' would agree. We could all use the time to get used to the idea, not that I care what would be helpful for them.

I left Anubis house, looking behind me before following the hidden path to my garden. I really needed to be alone right now.

But being alone with only my thoughts made me think of the dream I had last night, it was weird. There was a man…and he was wearing a long, silky, black cloak which had an unique design on the hood. It was so different, something mIssing have never seen before. To even describe the design would be difficult, it was that unique. But I knew when I looked at it, that there was only one thing I could link it too.

Fire

It wasn't just the fact that the colour was an unmistakable fiery red but it was the way the one line spread into different directions creating a spectrum of red light. Almost in the shape of a flame.

As for the man himself, there was not much detail on his face, in fact there was none at all; the only thing I could see was his eyes. The striking Hazel Iris' guarded by a wall of fire.

I wouldn't call it a nightmare because it didn't scare me but it was creepy…very creepy. I shook these thoughts out of my head and became aware of my surroundings.

I sat down on the grass and started to draw, letting my creative mind control my hand, watching it glide across the canvas, each stroke of a hand creating a new aspect of the image in my head. After five minutes, i stopped, hoping to gain inspiration from my progression.

After looking closely, I realised I was drawing the man from my dream. On the page was the top of the man's cloak. Since i saw no reason to leave my piece unfinished, I took a deep breath and continued drawing until the top half of his body was complete.

I looked at the incomplete drawing as the events of my dream flashed before my eyes and sunk in...creepy. I shut my sketch book trying to shake off the discomfort and made my way to school

The first couple of lessons were uneventful, simply a teacher talking at the front of the room, nothing new, so I was more than relieved when the bell rung for break.

I decided I would spend break in the school lounge, as it was warmer in there. As I walked into the lounge, I felt everyone's eyes on me for at least a split second. They don't particularly know about my powers, only my 'house mates' do, but then again they don't need to know about my powers to know I'm dangerous. They sense it.

That's when I felt myself collide with a pair of heavy boots, causing me to stop in my tracks and stare at the boots that lead to the chair beside me. I growled under my breath at the sleeping boy who was now slowly waking up.

"Stick your feet in will you" I spat. He jolted, now fully awake exclaiming something like 'Woah!" and squinted his eyes in my direction.

"You woke me!" He stated, followed by a yawn. I was slightly taken aback by his tone, he didn't even stutter.

"Yeah well the lounge is for lounging, not sleeping, clues in the name" I retorted my tone dripping with venomous sarcasm.

"Okay" he said sharply, sitting up. I could feel the eyes in the room begin to focus on us "I was in a plane for eight hours, and then I was on a train for four more, and now I'm in boresville UK and don't need a lecture, Kay Hermione?"

I heard everyone gasp, this is new, someone actually has the guts to sass me…we'll see how long that lasts.

"Very original but I don't remember asking to hear your life story. Great that's all we need; another patronising American who's only reference to the UK is Harry Potter" I spat "Who are you anyway?"

"Who are you?" He shot back. My eyes narrowed.

"A person you shouldn't mess with. Look newbie if you know what's good for you, you'll be quiet and maybe I'll act like this never happened" I spoke venomously.

"Or what" he challenged standing up from the sofa. Another chorus of gasps filled the room. I growled, my hands heating up. I took my gloves off and put them in my pocket.

Suddenly Jerome and Alfie appeared beside him.

"Dude honestly, back away" I heard Jerome whisper to him, his eyes aggressively scanning my hands, the tension was so palpable it could be cut with a knife.

The blonde boy looked around the room and saw the whole room staring at him. He smirked.

"Oh come on, what is she gonna do?"

"You'll see" I said sweetly, rubbing my hands together in a menacing mabner

"Your funeral" Alfie said patting his back and taking a step back. Jerome sighed and also took a step back also.

I took a step towards the boy and grabbed his shirt. He looked down at the fabric as the heat started to sink in between the tight bonds, ripping them bit by bit. The colour darkened and a thin layer of smoke levitated before his eyes. I watched as his eyes widened, once he realised that his shirt was burning and I could hear more people gathering around us, awestruck.

He was about to push me off of him but I grabbed his hand before he laid a finger on me. I waited to see the redness in his hand as the heat kicked in but nothing happened. My eyes widened.

I took my hand away from his and put it on his arm, again waiting for the heat to kick in...nothing.

He wasn't burning.

He wasn't burning

I gasped and stepped back staring at my hands…this can't be happening. My powers worked on his shirt, why didn't it work on him?!

Are my powers gone? No they can't be, I can feel it. I looked up at the boy in pure shock.

"Later Yacker" The boy said, walking away with a smirk on his face. I watched him walk away with my mouth hung open. Wait, what's a Yacker?

"What just happened?" Jerome whispered in disbelief. I looked up at him, shook my head and ran off.

I don't know what black magic had just occurred, but whatever it was, I didn't like it. He made me seem weak and that is the last thing I am or ever will be. I have to find out more about that boy. As far as I know, he is a threat to me and I must do everything in my power to find out what he is and how he is unaffected by my ability. How I am going to achieve that…is going to be a problem.

Sorry this is late, I was really sick (I actually think I have a chest infection…we'll see) but review?

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