It was 8 o'clock on a Friday morning. A half asleep 16 year old boy threw a knife at a teddy bear sitting on the end of his bed, hitting him square in the eye. Birthdays weren't his favourite days.
If you have ever seen a birthday ritual, it would be nothing like this. The bear (which now has a knife sticking out of its face) was the only remaining possession that was part of his old life before it was burnt to the ground. Literally.
He stumbled out of his bed, grabbing the knife then throwing it accurately at the door. This was his annual yet simple task.
"You know Flint, I just love the way you greet me in the mornings!" Sarcastically said a girl on the other side of the door, "I'll take it it's your birthday" she added.
Mother Nature's heir, Brooke, was a beautiful young girl with long, dark brown hair that fell down her back in a loose plait. Her large, chocolate coloured eyes twinkled brightly in a wood fire's light. She was fare skinned, quite unlike her mother who was renounced for her glowing rich olive colour.
As much as Brooke hated her short height and hair, Flint thought she was the best thing since Nutella - he really loved the stuff.
He walked out into the kitchen to see Brooke cooking over an open fire.
"Happy 16th, and can you fix that door...like right now?" She asked with a grumpy tone in her voice.
"I'll do it after breakfast anyway...... it's a wooden door, couldn't your mum just do her creepy Mother Nature magic on it? I mean it was a tree once you know." He said opening the cupboard pulling out a bowl.
"If that was all I had to do I would have done it myself." She replied.
"How modest" Flint said, emphasising the sarcasm. "Ok so can you fix my door then princess?"
As soon as the words left his lips he knew he knew he was in trouble. Too late. A vine had wrapped its self firmly around his ankle.
"Hey, not funny Brooke!" He said grumpily.
"Evellere" she said smirking, and before Flint knew it he was looking from the roof to the ground.
As she walked towards him, Flint hung upside down with his arms crossed hanging aimlessly in the air. Trying to keep his cool. He was quite handsome, he had cold blue eyes and was quite tall. His short black hair looked no different upside down than the right way up. His skin was pale and stubborn - it simply refused to tan.
"You won't ever learn will you?" She asked walking around to face his back "concrescunt" she said clicking her fingers as she turned on her heels.
Curtesy of the floor, Flint got a mouthful of wooden floor board and a massive smack on the head.
"Well, you're defiantly getting better at this" he said to the the ground.
"I try" Brooke replied sarcastically, flicking her hair from her shoulder to her back.
"Morning Flint!" Mother Nature said, "how's being 16 so far?" She asked kissing Brooke on the cheek as she spoke.
"Extremely painful" he mumbled annoyed
"Did Brooke..."
"Yep" he replied cutting her off.
"You really don't learn do you?" Mother Nature laughed.
Brooke and Mother Nature (or Mother Natures birth name Sierra) were not easily told apart. Except from the fact that Sierra had frizzy hair, tanned skin and was fairly tall. Yeah, ok, they looked completely different. But their eyes were the same shape and colour, that's the only way you could tell they were related.
