UGGGGGGHHHHHHHH.
That's my view on the situation. The morning started off as, well, a morning. Nothing special about it. Oh, I'm forgetting one thing, NONE OF MY STUFF WAS THERE! I was confused, to say the least. My first instinct was to go downstairs and find my stuff. Of course, I didn't run, that wouldn't be me. So I trudged downstairs to investigate, and maybe get some toast.
"DAN HOWELL !" A familiar voice screeched
There's the cows voice I had waited for, I thought to myself as I slugged down the stairs at a 'faster' pace. I entered the kitchen to see my mum and dad fully dressed staring at me impatiently.
"Hurry up, the vans nearly here! And why aren't you dressed?!" My mum nagged.
"What van? Can't I have breakfast first?Oh, and where's all my stuff gone? Question after question came out and my mum stood there, with an anxious look on her face.
"The moving van Dan. We're moving today"
The life flooded from my face. "M-moving". Why hadn't I been told. This must be a dream, a really bad dream.
"Dan we told you last month, I bet you confused it with next Tuesday, you ALWAYS do that! Blah blah blah blah...." My Mum was giving me a lecture, but I was paying no attention at all. Moving! I thought to myself. I wasn't ready, I hadn't said good bye and I don't even know where I'm going.
"DAN, NOW!" My mum screamed
"Uhhhh" what was I meant to do? My mum let out a deep sigh.
"GO. UPSTAIRS. AND. GET. CHANGED" and with that I sprinted.
As I entered my dark room, I turned to face the mirror. Hair. The most important thing right now. A thousand thoughts flooded through my head as the straightener heated up. I hadn't nearly had enough time here and I wasn't prepared to leave. And in my head, I had said the phrase, 'what about my friends'. In that moment I chocked out a laugh. Friends? I was a loner. And anyway, I would hurt anyone who comes near. It's better if I'm alone.
And yes. Of course I forgot to tell you, I can make fire; not like everyone else though. No I can conjure it whenever I want and when I do, it appears on my hands. I can control the temperature too. When I'm cold, I usually set it to, what I call, a simmer. The fire can't hurt me at all, but it can hurt others. Therefore, I need to be alone.
After my hair was sorted and I had slapped on yesterday's clothes that I left lying on my chair and leaped down the stairs. Haha, just kidding, I walked down. "Finally! Now, bear, you hop in the back of the truck, the cars full." My mum impatiently. I did what I was told, without saying anything else.
The door closed with a slam and started moving immediately. In that moment, I remembered that I will have to meet new people. How could I have not thought of that. How could Mum have not thought of that. Here we have a story, I am a loner that never draws attention, but there? I'm the new kid and I'm bound to be talked to. What if I get angry and they see the fire? Because that's what happens if I get angry, I loose control and the fire appears. Only a small amount, but enough to notice. I closed my eyes, hoping it would soothe the banging headache that this anger was causing. Something happened, it was like I hadn't slept in years, even with the angry thoughts my mind drifted off. I had no idea of the heat that grew next to me...
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Fire of the broken (unfinished)
Random•Dan Howell• Broken and scared. Life's always been the same for him. Until now. When he's forced to move school, he meets Phil Lester. But can Dan keep his massive secret?
