The Elemental Book 1: Earth (***UNDER SEVERE EDITING***)

Chapter 4 I Get a Dream Message About Someone Who Wants To Kill Me

Chapter 4

I Get a Dream Message About Someone Who Wants To Kill Me

We ran from Dan's neighborhood to the nearest motel a couple miles away from Dan's burning house.

"We should stay close, in case Dan tries to call us," I said, and they nodded.

We checked into the motel, and we went up to our room. I laid on the nearest bed, and I looked out the window.

"You okay?" Brendon asked, and I gave him a look.

"I just blew up a guy's house with blue fire I shot from my hands. Do I seem okay to you?" I said, and Brendon held up his hands in surrender.

"Calm down I was just trying to help," he said, and I sighed.

"We're all shaken up from what happened today. Let's just get some rest, and we'll figure something out in the morning," Jake said, breaking up what he thought would've been an argument, but Brendon and I never argue.

I nodded and sat in a chair out on the balcony. Dusk was falling, and it made the pool water turn a dark shade of blue. I felt the ripples the breeze made on the water in my gut, and a warm breeze swept across my face.

I closed my eyes, and a sound alerted me. I opened my eyes and saw a shadow on the ground. It quickly disappeared, and I sat up straighter. I looked over the railing and scanned the area.

I didn't know where the thing that I saw was, since I wasn't on the ground, and it bugged me. That's definitely going to change. If we're attacked again, I'm going to need all the weapons I can, even the four elements.

I took one last look before going back inside the room. I had the feeling we were being watched, and I didn't like it. I hate being under surveillance; it's one of my biggest pet peeves. You'll be surprised how much I've been put under surveillance.

I sat down on the bed I chose, and I heard water running. I knew Brendon must be in the shower and, judging by the creaking sounds, he was messing with the water faucet. My gut kept twisting with every change of the water, and I glared at the door.

"Brendon, stop messing with the damn faucet! I can hear you messing with it!" I yelled, and the creaking and twisting in my gut stopped.

"I'm trying to find the right temperature!" Brendon yelled back.

"Stop being you and pick a temperature! We're supposed to be saving water so our bill isn't too high, and you're bad about taking long showers!" I replied.

"Stop trying to change me!" he yelled.

I rolled my eyes and concentrated on the water turning ice cold. I smiled and, judging by Brendon's screams of it being cold, it worked. I laughed, and Brendon came out of the shower, his hair soapy, and in a Mohawk with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Took you long enough," I said, and Brendon glared at me.

"Not funny! I was still shampooing! How am I supposed to rinse and repeat?" he protested, and I rolled my eyes.

"You were taking too long," I said.

"I was rinsing and repeating!"

"You're a guy, what could you possibly need to rinse and repeat for?"

"My hair doesn't get this perfect naturally!"

"You're such a whimp!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"You walk like a girl!" Brendon stuttered.

"You would know!" I shot back, and Jake broke up our argument.