𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜

Do you want to know something scary? Police. They scare the hell out of me... well, after everything that's happened these crazy 24 hours - not even that, I'm haunted by them. People say that the authorities help people, but if they're coming into your apartment to take away your parents' dead bodies, they're not the best people to go to for comfort. Anyways, after the police took our parents' bodies out of the room, I know, I know, it sounds absolutely gruesome... But, I have to face the facts, my parents are dead and there is nothing that I can do about it, so I guess there is no point grieving about it if I can't do anything about it. It's like saying........
It's like saying that my artwork has been ruined... or something. I don't do artworks so obviously, that situation will never happen to me anyway. The point is if something is ruined, there is no point grieving over it, it isn't going to come back if you cry about it, like a baby.

What was I on about...? Oh, yes;

So, after I was vaguely interviewed about what happened and I told them everything that happened, recording every last piece of detail about what had happened that day. Later on, I was taken to the police station where I was interviewed further. Sure, I guess it was kind of boring, I don't get many 'thrills' in my life. I bet you, those girls have a more interesting life than mine. 

I wasn't listening too much about what the officer was saying after I described my vague recount, but I did hear something, it was this;

"We don't know what will happen after this, nor do we know who your legal guardian is, but we can send you to a boarding school if we don't find them. We know that the two girls will be living with their grandparent until school starts, where they'd be taken to the nearest school which is about thirty minutes away," The officer informed.

I was so depressed. I wouldn't be able to see Cate or Skye ever again, but I was mostly upset that I wouldn't be able to see Cate again... she was so... so different.

There was something strange about the two of them, there was a strong bond that I felt with them that I'd never felt with anyone before, I'd only feel this very rarely with my brother but those two.. they were something strange.

But... I was going to be sent to some snobbish boarding school, every child's nightmare. To be sent away. Away from their parents in a school full of teachers who can't even teach. I mean imagine if there was a math teacher with an annoying Indian accent that no one could understand, that couldn't teach nor cope with the life of being a teacher and then she didn't have a house, would you have to live with her? 

Well, this was going to be amazing...

Just then, there was a loud alarm sounding on his walkie-talkie thing... Don't judge me.

It spoke:

Their legal guardians' Skye and Cate!!

They've died!!

The police in front of me set off in a panic.

"Dead? What do you mean they've died? Just like that?" The policeman spluttered.

Me, too, was in total shock,  Cate and Skye's grandparent had died, like just like that?

Something strange was definitely going on. Why would both of our parents just die on the same day at the same time just like that?!  

The one theory that was just going round and round my head was, what if that force I was getting from them wasn't just what I thought, but what was actually happening. This was strange... I'd never thought any magical thoughts like these before, it was either science or nothing. This theory was freaking me out. And the more I thought about this, the angrier I got, and the angrier I got, I started thinking about fire. Nice, red and hot... Just like my hair, it was red, strange colour, right? Getting angrier and angrier, I started to panic, then my hands became sweaty, what on Earth is wrong with me?  I thought, gritting my teeth, I exhaled a breath that I didn't know I was holding, but just as I did so, fire leapt from my hands! 

I gave a high pitched yelp. I didn't even know my voice could go that high!

God, this was scary, a fireball was hovering upon my hand and it looked like I was holding it as if it was nothing, but there were beads of sweat trickling down my face and the officer was looking at me as if I'd just grown a horn in the middle of my head... well, I guess you could say, that I had... 'cause you don't exactly see a boy holding a fireball in their hand like it was a piece of paper. I had to get this fireball out of my hand, I wished and prayed that it would go away, and as the thought appeared in my head, the fireball was gone quicker than it came. I had to get to Cate and Skye because if I could do that... my theory must be true...

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