Fire Light

chapter two {pic of Drake}

The next morning I woke up to Derek yelling at me. "Get up! Cassy! Get up now!" He yelled yanking my blankets off and pushing me off the bed.

"What!?" I snapped.

"Your a second late to get up!" He snapped back.

"Oh My I should change." I said smacking the palm of my hands to my cheeks. "Your a baby! Yelling at me about that!" I yelled.

"Well yeah, oh and at least I'm the one who said they used magic to burn her house down! Now that's a baby!" He yelled.

"I was little. And I still can see it happening." I snapped back feeling the weird feeling I felt when I killed my parents. I looked at my fingertips and saw red sparks. "Shit!" I yelled/mumbled.

I held my hands up and Derek saw them. "What the hell!" He yelled.

"Shush. If you make me mad then this whole house is going to the fucking ground!" I yelled.

He stayed quiet and I calmed my self.
Finally I shoved him out so I could get dressed. I wore a blue cheetah print shirt and a pair of skinny jeans and black boots.

"I'm ready!" I yelled running downstairs.

"It is about damn time." Derek said opening the front door. I walked out without saying think you.

We made it to school a minute before the bell. "I'll lead you to the office." Derek said getting out of the car.

"Thanks." I said getting out.

He led me to the office and then walked away. I walked up to the counter and the superintendent looked up at me. "Hi. What can I do for ya." She said in the type of accent Khloe had. Just hearing her voice wanted to make me cry.

"Um... I'm Cassy Moore. I'm new. Can I please have my schedule?" I asked biting back the tears forming in my eyes.

"Yes you may...... Here ya go." She said handing me my schedule.

"Thanks." I said taking it and leaving.

I walked to the bathroom and began crying. I wish Khloe was here. She was like my sister.

"Are you okay?" A girls voice asked.

"Yeah." I said whipping my tears off my face with the back of my hand.

"Are you sure?" She asked sticking her hand out in a gesture to help me up.

"Yeah." I said talking her hand.

"I'm Brooklyn." She said walking with me out of the bathroom.

"I'm Cassy. Can you led me to room 101?" I asked looking around.

"Yeah." She said leading me down a narrow hall past the bathroom.

"Thanks." I said waving. I walked in and saw Drake.

"Ms. Moore. You can take the...."
Please not by Drake. Please. "By Drake." He said pointing.

I let out a deep mad sigh but took the seat.

"Can someone P......." I was not listening to what the teacher said. I zoned out.

Finally the bell rang and I got up. Finally I'm out of this hellhole of a class. When I walked out I noticed that it was lunchtime. I was in that class.....

I was knocked out of my thoughts by a friend of Drake's.

"Bitch!" I yelled at the guy rubbing my arm.

He stopped and looked at me. "What did you just call me?" He said sternly.

"You heard me. I didn't stutter now did I?" I asked feeling that awkward feeling I felt in my room when me and Derek were yelling at each other. I looked at my fingertips. They had red sparks. "Shit." I mumbled to myself.

The boy who hit me in his way out was now walking towards me. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against a locker. Memory's came rushing back. My dad hitting my mom. My dad dieing, my mom dieing. Because of me. I couldn't hold it back I began shaking and crying.

"Awe did someone get hurt." He teased.

"Leave me alone. Only if you knew what happened in my past then you'd know why I'm like this. I was abused. Just you doing this stuff brought back memories!" I yelled looking at him.

I heard sad awes but the guy standing before just punched me. "Don't call me a bitch again! You faker!" He yelled.

He went back for more but that's when my fingertips caught on fire.