Fire And Water

Chapter 1

The Boy In The Iceberg

I'm sitting on our old creaky couch whilst the rest of my family bustles hurriedly around me. The TV on with one of my favorite shows playing, Avatar. Now I know, it's kinda directed towards the whole kid population, but I don't care, I love it. Personally if I were in that show I don't know which element's side I'd be on. I still can't decide between fire and water. Water has like magical healing abilities, but I like to play with fire. I know, I know, that probably makes me sound like some psycho, but I don't mean in that way!

"That light came from an incredibly powerful source. It has to be him!"

"Or it's just the celestial lights. We've been down this road before, Prince Zuko. I don't want you to get too excited over nothing. Please, sit. Why don't you enjoy a cup of calming jasmine tea."

"I don't need any calming tea! I need to capture the Avatar. Helmsman, head a course for the light!"

My mom steps in front I the TV block my view and I groan, "Mom..."

"Willow we need to leave soon do you have your bags packed?"

"Uh... No?"

My mom drags a hand down her face, "Will I told you-"

I slide off the couch and stand up turning the television off, "Chill mom, I packed everything last night before bed."

She stalks off muttering things under her breath. I hustle upstairs and go into my room. It's orange with white trim. My bags are already in my bed packed and ready to go so I pick them up and slip my converse on my feet and rush down the stairs. As I turn quickly into the kitchen I collide with Johnson - my older brother, who's seventeen, two years older than me.

"Damn Will, watch where you're going."

"Well if your fat ass wasn't in the way-" my mom comes back inside and we both immediately stop fighting. She looks over at us and does a double take. She narrows her eyes and says, "You two weren't fighting. Were you?"

We both shake our heads no and head towards the back door to put our bags in the car.

***

Alright Willow you can do this. Don't freak out. Don't freak out. What ever you do... Don't freak out. Ever since I was little for whatever reason I've been absolutely terrified of going on planes. I don't care if it's a replica of one - I still hate it. My hands tightly grip the armrests of my seat as we take off. My little brother Max - who's twelve - sits next to me looking out the window. On my other side is John who's aimlessly scrolling on his phone. And here I am in the middle, scared out I my skin. The plane speeds up and soon were taking off. I look over at my mom who is sitting in the other set of chairs on the other side of the plane. She smiles at me and gives me a double thumbs up. I give her a slight nod trying to smile, but fail horribly. Instead I just look at the headrest in front if me and try not to have a panic attack.

For the past two years my mom has been trying to save enough money to take me and my brothers and herself on a trip to England. Which is where she originally grew up. But we live in America, and to get there we have to either take a boat, or fly. Coincidently both of my brothers get very sea sick, so we couldn't be a boat for more than two or three days. But you know it's perfectly fine to put your daughter on a plane! Which she is deathly afraid of! Ha ha... Immersion therapy right?

I close my eyes and try to fall asleep.

***

Behind my eyes is darkness, but outside my ears I hear noise. A speaker comes on over the plane, "This is the captain speaking, we're having difficulties right now, but please remain calm, we have this under control."