E-squad

chapter 1

Chapter 1: feelings

Ummmmm... where to begin, where to begin.... OH YES! I'm about to die. Yay me. At least I'm dying with my team, E-squad, the best crime-fighting superhero teens to ever fly across the world. But let's not start here. Lets start, at the beginning.

/-{Amber's POV}-\

"STUPID. FREAKING. LOCKAAAAAAAAARRRR!" I said in a raging fury. I looked around to make sure nobody was watching and started punching, kicking and screaming to get the stubborn lump of steel open. A teacher poked her head out of her classroom and glared at me like I secretly murdered someone and she knew. The teacher walked over to me and handed me a pink slip.

"See Mrs. Devoreux after school. I will phone your parents miss..."

"Ashes. Amber Ashes ma'am." I said.

"What a charming name. Your parents must be comedians." She said sarcastically. The pink slip had my name, and for "punishment" it said "disturbing classes.- see counselor for anger management." Great... I have detention with the principal, and I apparently have anger issues. What next? A cute guy runs into me and I completely humiliate myself?

I gather all my books and run down the hallway hoping the teacher won't notice my tardiness. As soon as I take off I ram into someone. In my head I'm thinking please don't be a teacher! but when I look up I see a guy. Now my head's like ERMAHGERD IM PSYCHIC! This guy had electric blue eyes and spiky platinum blond hair. His skin was the perfect shade of peach. Not too light, and just dark enough that is was... perfect. All I could manage to say was "Ever hear of personal space?" probably not the best choice of words but... hey! What can I say? I get nervous around guys... sometimes. He just stared at me like my face was on fire. "what?" I said, "Girls never talk to you?"

"Unbelievable!" he exclaimed.

"What?" I said. Now I was worried that my face actually WAS on fire. Mainly because I smelled smoke. But this guy just pointed at my head in awe. I placed my hand on top of hair, and felt something warm. I brought my hand down, and sure enough, in my hand a small red flame flickered. The thing that freaked me out wasn't that a fire had just randomly appeared in my hair, but the fact that I actually held the fire, and it didn't hurt. The guy then said. "not just there." He grabbed my arm and dragged me to one of the bathroom sink mirrors. (not in the bathroom)

"What the-. OH MY GOD! WHAT'S HAPPENING?" I whisper-shouted. My hair was actual FIRE. My skin had grown more red and flames were shooting out of my hands!

"Dude, you have serious anger issues!" he said

"Speak for yourself!" I exclaimed. His skin became a bit more pale, his hair had little lighting bits coming off and his electric blue eyes, became lighter.

"My GOD!" he whisper-shouted. We exchanged fearful looks, and we played with our hair and skin like we were 2-year-olds playing with mud. My eyes were slowly becoming red in a gradient scale.

"I'm so scared!" he said. I looked at him in disbelief. "What? You've never seen a boy frightened before?" I quickly shook my head 'no'.

"Sexist..." He mumbled under his breath. I didn't know what was happening. Why it was happening, or how it was happening. But... I wanted it to STOP!

"PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!" I yelped. Slowly... very slowly... my hair became it's normal crimson red hair. My skin became it's normal color. The same happened with the guy. His hair, skin and everything else, slowly became normal.

"You did it!" he said.

"I guess so..." I mumbled

"So... uhm... your name?" he said casually

"Amber. And yours?"

"Bolton."

"That's actually pretty funny "Bolton". sort of like a lightning bolt, like you were now" I said, trying to make the connections.

"not as funny as "Amber". " he teased.

"So... Bolton.... We can both agree never to speak of this again."

"Yep... cuz if we do, scientist will take us and study our brains and stuff. Ew" he gave off a frightened shiver.

"I got to get to class. Later. Fun experience." I said. Although I acted pretty normal, deep inside I was wondering if it would happen during my classes. I was so frightened. Somebody help me...

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The story gets better! I promissse! Picture of Amber in media