After five minutes staying in the same room as my house mates I decided I'd had enough…it was just too unnatural. I stood up from my seat, my chair grinding against the wooden floor.I felt the attention slowly avert to me and prepared for a quick escape…only I should have known it wouldn't have been that easy.

"Leaving so soon yacker?" I turned around to see an arrogant smirk on the newbies face.

"Yes, problem slimeball?" I snapped. He opened his mouth to speak but, much to my dismay, Trudy interrupted.

"Patricia, maybe Eddie could come with you? You could show him around the school" Trudy suggested innocently. I narrowed my eyes at her, I knew what she was doing.

This could be your new chance Patricia, he's knows nothing, be his friend

She told me last night, I agreed to try but this was not the time!

"Yeah Yacker, show me around, be a good house mate" Eddie teased. I diverted my narrowed eyes to him and he took a step back, throwing his hands up in surrender.

"I don't think I should, I mean-" I tried to convince Trudy but, of course she wouldn't give in.

"Great, I'll see you two late then" She said practically shoving us out of the door.

"But Trudy!" I whined trying desperately to get out this situation, but all I got was a door in my face. I sighed, staring at the door as if it would just magically open and I wouldn't have to deal with what was about to happen.

"I guess it's just you and me" The patronizing voice said from behind me. I pivoted around slowly, giving him my best glare.

"Don't remind me" I grumbled, walking ahead of him, in my attempt to avoid him.

"Trying to avoid me I see, well last time I checked you agreed to show me around so I'm not going anywhere"

I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him, the annoyance within me building.

"I did not agree to anything" I hissed bitterly. I could tell from the look on his face that he saw the fire in my eyes. If you're not careful you won't only see the fire, I thought. But then I remembered he's somehow immune to me…maybe this was the time to find out why.

"What are you gonna do? Use your little party trick again on me? not much of a trick…doesn't even work" He challenged. I grabbed him by the collar.

"Don't make me do something I'll regret Miller, I wasn't joking when I said I was not someone you should mess with" I warned. He chuckled slightly, murmuring something inaudible under his breath. Once I noticed how close we were, I let go of his shirt forcefully, shaking off the slight tingle I felt within me. Must be the cursed immunity I dismissed and continued to walk. Surprisingly he was silent for the rest of the way…I obviously wasn't complaining.

Once we arrived at the school I turned to face him.

"There, now you know where the school is, bye" I said walking off.

"Wait! Where do I go now?" He called after me. I smirked from hearing the helplessness in his voice. Not such a smartass now are you?

"Don't know, Don't care" I waved my hand in a dismissive motion, not attempting to stop, the further away I was the better. I didn't even know where I was going, but it didn't matter because anywhere would be okay…for now. After sometime I found myself in the girls toilets, drawing. Not particularly the most flattering place for inspiration but it was the only place I knew I would be alone.

The thing about this school is that, half the girls here are tramps so the toilets only highlight the trampy behaviour. There are only four toilets in one room but ¾ of them have no toilet seat, the ¼ are usually either blocked with tissue or blocked with a crisp packet…last time I checked Doritos were supposed to be dry.

*Ring*Ring* I heard the bell holler and groaned, the last place I wanted to be was class, at least I had Art, that was probably the only subject I could remotely survive. I slowly made my way to the Art room, ignoring the second bell which meant that I was now late for class. I walked into the class and rushed to my seat while the teacher wasn't looking, even though she could be nice, she was insanely strict. She turned around and everyone stood up.

For some reason our school had this stupid rule that when you enter a class room, you have to stand behind your chair until the teacher tells you to sit down. Barely any teachers follow this rule, because they know it's ridiculous, unlike the irrelevant kiss up teachers that follow every unnecessary rule there is. Even though no one gives two flying monkeys. One of these teachers, is Miss Walker.

"Good morning Year 12" She bellowed, her voice immediately declaring her authority. I hated when teachers did that, yes I know you're a teacher you don't have to rub it in my face. Jheeze.

"Good morning Miss Walker" The class answered tiredly. We all didn't want to be here, except for Mara of course but she was something else. Always wanted to be I class and stuff, she wasn't normal. I always imagined her to be some kind of scientific project that had been put into this world as an experiment. Like Kyle xy! That was my theory anyway...judge me.

"It's early in the morning I know you're tired but you can do better than that! Good Morning Year 12" She repeated, raising her voice. I rolled my eyes and straightened my posture.

"Good morning Miss Walker" The class said louder, pronouncing each word properly. Miss Walker nodded murmuring the typical line "better" and walked over to her whiteboard, writing the title and date. I brought out my Art sketch book and flicked through the pages, trying to find a new one. Looking at all of the pages reminded me that I've never really had a problem with Art, it was probably the only lesson I almost…enjoyed. Well that was until…

"Sorry I'm late" The American voice rang out through the room. My head immediately snapped up, along with many others, the new kid always drew attention. However Eddie seemed to draw too much attention, particularly from desperate and slutty girls. The very thought of them made me skin crawl.

"Whoa that guy is hot!" A girl in front of me whispered to her partner, I almost gagged. What do girls see in him?

"And why are you late?" Miss Walker asked him.

"I'm new, I kind of got lost" He explained, shooting me a glare. Most of the girls in the class noticed this and diverted their attention to me, their eyes green with envy. I responded with a smirk. Miss Walker saw the exchange and rolled her eyes.

"Of course, you're?…"

"Eddie Miller" He responded confidently, winking at one of the girls in the room, she sighed leaning her head on her hands. I rolled my eyes, the cockiness in his character revolted me, how can girls find that attractive? The reason why was beyond me.

"Well Eddie I will let you off this time but next time you must be on time to my lesson, is that understood?" She asked. He nodded.

"I will get you sorted out, but first let me set the class on a task" She explained, then turned her attention to the class "Write down the date and for your starter, I would like you to think about a symbol to represent your past, draw a mind map if necessary"

I didn't need a mind map to come up with a symbol of my past, mine was easy-fire. Fire was my past present and future. It represents everything I am: Unstable, feared, hot(headed). In terms of my past, it represented more than what I was but how my parents felt towards me.

Fear, hostility, anger, hate…those are the words that I first think of when I think of my parents and their feelings towards me. They wanted nothing to do with me, in their eyes I was a curse and they carried me as their shame.

I was so deep in my thoughts, I had not realised that someone had pulled up the chair beside me and sat down. But when I did realise…I was horrified to see who the person was.

"What are you doing?" I hissed. He rolled his eyes.

"Sitting down? You know you don't rule the world right?" He snapped.

"The point of ditching you was so I wouldn't be anywhere near you, the last thing I need now is to sit next to you slimeball" I growled. Eddie narrowed his eyes.

"Oh yeah, thanks for that by the way, so much for being a good house mate yacker" He snapped. I opened my mouth to respond but was silenced by Miss Walker's voice.

"I'm sorry Patricia and Eddie, am I interrupting your conversation?" She asked sarcastically. I saw everyone's eyes turn on us and I looked down.

"Sorry Miss" we apologised in a groaning fashion, I wasn't actually sorry, she made me sit next to him. I thought I had made it clear to her at the beginning of the year that I didn't want a partner. To make the situation more unbearable she said 'Patricia and Eddie' as in Patricia and Eddie, it sounded as if we were…together or something, the thought made me feel weird causing me to flinch as she said it.

"Thank you, now I want you to take those symbols of your past and make into a page of Art…in any way you want no limitations just…"

"Be creative" The class answered. It was something she often said along with 'Draw what you see' she had said those phrases to the death of it, we all knew when she was going to say it. Miss Walker smiled and nodded, telling us to start. I took out my HB pencil-that she always forced us to use-and my coloured pastels, taking out an orange and red one especially.

I then started to draw the outline of my flame border, keeping every flame at a point. Then I turned my sketchbook landscape and drew a zig-zag line near the end of the page, so it would look like the page was torn into one big bit and one little bit. In the larger area I would draw my parents and Piper together, looking protective over her. In the smaller space I would draw myself, hiding away from my family.

Once I had outlined the drawings of my parents and I, I started to colour in the flame border, using the orange and red pastels to make it look as realistic as possible.

"A symbol of your past is fire?" Eddie whispered, his expression confused me because he almost looked…hurt? It didn't make any sense and I started to think that maybe I mistook his expression for pity, though that wouldn't make sense either. I broke out of my trance and the walls shot up.

"Yeah, is that problem?" I asked bitterly. He shook his head and returned to his work. Before turning back to my drawing, I looked at his work and felt a weird feeling in my stomach.

I gasped.

Something's wrong.

That's the chapter! Yeah I've been thinking of giving up on writing all together, so if you could review that would be cool! x

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