Although I haven't been at the residence for more than an hour I'm exhausted when I get home. My parents are already waiting for me and Sara, angel that she is, has come over and brought chocolate cake. Which does wonders, lightening my foul mood. I don't feel much like talking. I show them the identification tattoo and by the looks on my parent's faces I can tell they would have wished something else for me. They know fire is the last thing I would have chosen. It is scary and dangerous, fire soldiers are said to be impulsive, arrogant and unpredictable. And Chris ticks all of those boxes so there has to be some truth to it. Would I turn into a fire-breathing bitch once I gained control over my element?
Sara and I escape to my room, where I drop myself on the bed and wonder how I would survive the evening.
"I need to tell you something" Sara closes the door and walks over to me with a guilty expression. I sit up a little straighter.
"Oh? What did you do?", I ask warily.
"I didn't do anything", she defends herself. "But I know that you didn't read the article in the HavenPress. And I didn't tell you. I know I probably should have, but I didn't want you to worry before that meeting, so please don't be mad. I'm sorry if..."
"Sara", I interrupt. "Slow down."
I pat the mattress. She comes over and sits down beside me.
"What is it?"
"Supposedly Chris will be assigned a team. As a trainer." I see the apology in her eyes.
"What?", I ask dumbly.
"I know, I should have told you earlier..."
"Stop", I sigh. "I'm not mad at you. I mean ... how? He hasn't completed his training yet."
I feel a little sick, when it dawns on me, that it's probably the reason why he was at my test. Because he would be a trainer. Oh god. Please no
Chris's words come back to me. You are more naïve than I thought when you think this was the last you've seen of me. Ice trickles through my veins.
"I know, how exciting", she squeals. Then she reads my face and her smile falters.
"Oh, but Stella, that doesn't say anything."
"He was at my test."
Her jaw drops.
"No way! Are you serious right now?"
"Yes." I flop back down onto my bed face first.
"Still, it doesn't mean that everything is set."
I want to scream into my pillow.
"This is ridiculous. The positive test, fire, and now fucking Christopher Collins will be my trainer?"
"Come on, it's not the end of the world."
"Sara, we literally hate each other."
She eyes me suspiciously.
"Is there something you are not telling me?"
"He burned my canvas."
"He did what?!"
"Burned my canvas. Yesterday in the art classroom after you left."
She swats me with a pillow.
"And you couldn't have mentioned that earlier?"
"I don't think you will like the rest of the story." I fidgeted. "Uhm ... I basically told him, to go fuck himself."
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Spark
FanfictionA girl thrown in a world she wants nothing to do with where she has to learn anew who she is. A boy who thinks he knows who he is forced to question all he's ever believed in. When everything is set ablaze they have to rise from the ashes. A dystopi...
