Soon To Be Discovered...

Chapter 3

Just as I stepped on the grass...BANG! It sounded like an explosion had gone off, right under me.

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I feel the ground shaking, causing my heart to race. I look at my feet and see the ground cracking, pieces of the Earth breaking away, revealing lava. I try to move but my legs won't move budge. My skin feels like its burning.

"GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF!" I yell, but no one hears me.

A bright white light takes over my vision...and I'm back to where I was standing.

But the ground was not breaking. There was no lava. Everyone was as they were before whatever just happened.

"Hey Carly, hurry up! I'm hungry!" Mike yells as if we are the only people here. I look at him in confusion; didn't he see what just happened?

"Why were you just sitting there, not giving a shit about my burning flesh?" I ask him out of frustration. "I was burning and you did nothing to help."

"What are you talking about? You weren't burning, but you were keeping me and my food separated," he jokes but it doesn't last long. His face softens into ....Sympathy? He feels sorry for me?!

"I am not hallucinating", I say, trying to convince him, but aiming it towards myself mostly.

"Hey, you still up for tonight?" Sandra asks for the millionth time today. That girl is VERY persistent. "Umm...uh...yeah I got homework to finish and my parents gave me a curfew of 6pm", I say hoping to change the way this is heading.

"First of all, its 'have' not 'got' and second, your parents never give you a curfew. Oh, and third, I'm not THAT dumb to believe you."

"Are you sure?" I ask her, remembering all of her dumb moments. Practically her whole life!

"Ha ha, you're so funny...besides I guess I can always take Stacey to the Premier of Insurgent..." she says, waving the two tickets in front of her face, as if she's feeling hot.

"Stacey?! Stacey as in the school's most popular bitch, Stacey? You've got to be kidding me! And plus you know I'm dying to watch Insurgent!" I shake her shoulders, hoping to knock some sense into her.

Sandra knows I have a very long, very BAD history with Stacey Williams. You know how some people say that they use to be friends with someone then something happened to make them enemies...well not with us. Ever since pre-school, Stacey had a grudge against me when Eric Johnson had asked me to be his girlfriend. Like seriously, we were three years old! We didn't even know what girlfriends and boyfriends were...well I did.

Anyways, getting back to reality, Sandra knows I will do anything to see Insurgent. Just like I know she will never consider taking Stacey to anything...unless she wants something in return.

"Okay Carly, I won't take Stacey...unless..."

How did I know? Like I must be psychic or something! Damn I need to stop talking to myself.

"What do you want this time?" I immediately ask as I focus on my bottle of water. Waiting for her to reply, I carefully spill some water on my tray and move my hand over it. The water follows my movement, taking on a shape of a puppy. They are just too cute! As the water moulds into the figure, I release my grip on the water and allow my eyes to control the sharp movements and posture of the animal.

I don't know how, but I was always able to do this since I was a child. It's easy with water, air and earth. Although, I wasn't able to try with fire until I was like 10 because you know how parents are, (insert annoyed or worried parent) "DON'T GO NEAR THE STOVE! STAY AWAY FROM THE FIREPLACE! YOU DON'T WANT TO GET BURNT, DO YOU?"

My parent s knew that I was able to move elements, but they always told me to conceal it and not to do it in public. But no one watches what I don and plus, I'm bored to death!

Just as I was about to make the puppy roll over, Sandra slams the table with a loud THUD!

"Carly, are you even paying attention? Sandra yells, man she has a loud voice.

"I was, didn't you see the puppy? It was about to roll over until you made me lose my focus", I shoot back, just as angry.

"How...how did you do that? The water...the moving...uh...um...I need to g-go to the bathroom."

Sandra rushes to the bathroom, as if she's being chased by a wild mutt. Okay, that was weird.

"We need to talk."