The Fire

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Summary

"I can't help who I love!" He stood up walking around the table. "You don't LOVE me! You think you do!" I spat back as he faced me. "IF you did you wouldn't have this petty jealousy!" He kissed me. Lexi: A high school girl going through the typical teenage years. Some of the hardest years so far in life. Even harder when you're a witch. Between hiding powers from society and keeping her balance with the world around her. Growing up just got harder. Secrets unravel one by one. Will she get out of this box she's been trapped in? or will she forever be bound by fear?. *rewriting*

Genre:
Romance / Drama
Author:
FieryEarthGirl
Status:
Ongoing
Chapters:
3
Rating:
n/a
Age Rating:
16+

Chapter 1: In The Beginning

His eyes locked with my own as he held me gently within his embrace. I’ve never met him before, but why does he feel so familiar?
The sunset reflected from his blue eyes. I continued to stare as he moved closer, leaning me back slightly.
I let out a shaky breath as the white shards in his irises became more clear. The slight breeze in the air never made me shiver, so warm was he, I basked in it as closer, he held me still. His hair slightly covered his eyes as he closed them. Our noses touching, breath mingling, my heart rate soaring.
I moved my hands up to clasped his shoulders. My own eyes closed in anticipation, edging forward slowly like he. Little more, little more...

Bang. Ouch... Well, there’s definitely a bruise on my hip. I opened my eyes to find myself face planting the cream floor of my bedroom, cocooned in my own quilt.

I whine quietly aloud, untangling from the warmth that was my bed sheets. That’s the third time this week. The stranger I never met, that I probably never will meet. Stirring feeling so familiar, yet...
‘yet what?’ I shake my head, shaking the stirred feelings and thoughts. Yet, I was scared, fear of rejection, of hurt. With love comes pain, eventually.

I look to the closed curtains picking up the quilt. What time is it? The sun rising to greet 6:30 AM, confirmation from my alarm clock. I thought twice about hitting snooze and going back to sleep.

Walking quietly into the bathroom, I heard rustling from my brother’s room. Ignoring it, I continued to my normal morning routine; Shower, dry, teeth, and ears. Today was just another normal Thursday.

Pausing, I looked intently at myself – The pale face I knew so well, was flushed with red from the hot water. I often wished to look different as most young girls do. Sharp cheek bones instead of my rounder face. But, then again, my friends did say I was blessed with dimples, even if it is just the one on the left. I smiled at fond memories of my friends.

*Knock knock*; on the bathroom door, bursting the day dreaming bubble I put myself in.
‘Hurry up..’ A voice whined through the white colored wooden door.

I took a step back, of course, I knew who it was. My little 14-year-old brother, Alex.

“Oops is that water I hear?” I turn on the tap as a spoke out loud,

“Sttttttttoop it, I really need to go!” He whined,

‘Hehe’, I smiled and turned off the tap. Opening the door slowly as possible,

“What’s the matter, dweeb?” He pushed me out of the way and slammed it shut, I stood there dumbfounded. I only just got to see a flash of the top of his dark blonde hair whilst he shoved me out of the bathroom. Rude.

Retreating back to my room I dressed, and again found myself in comfy clothes from my pajamas.

“Hey!” I heard Alex shout from down the hall, “When’s mum back?” he questioned. I opened the door and looked down the short hallway,

“Tomorrow – Afternoon-ish” I replied leaning forward onto the door frame. He nodded and vanished into the bathroom, my eyes following him.

I hear the shower just going on, damn it, Alex.

“You better be quick in there!” I said to him, I heard a faint ‘Yeah’ reply back.

Our mother was away on business quite often, as an Executive Assistant. So, it was just me and my brother sometimes in the house, she’s been away for about 3 weeks, in Ohio. Quite the distance from California, but a job is a job.

I catch my eye in the mirror hanging next to the door. The familiar green eyes staring back. Both my brother and I shared, our rare green eyes from our mother. My brother was a darker shade of blonde than myself, and he looked a lot like our mother. Whereas, I looked like my father, who isn’t in the picture anymore.

Hearing the shower shut off, I walked downstairs to find our cat, Sooty, meowing like crazy. I know original right? blame an 11-year-old boy. He likes me more because I feed him, talk to him, cuddle him. Obviously.

‘Food, food’ That’s all I hear... morning and evening.

“Alright, Alright, come on,” I say, walking to the kitchen.

As a grab a pouch from one of the cupboards he’s around my legs purring, even before I put his dish down he’s on it.

I look around the house we call home. After my father died, my mother renovated the place. Well, she put new paint on the walls and updated the kitchen/dining room. It was simple; beige, white, browns. She even added a sliding patio door for easy access the garden and decking. I glanced at the large clock on the wall: 8:30 AM.

That’s when Alex comes racing down the stairs, into the kitchen. His hair still slightly wet, dressed and hungry.

“Breakfast?” He asked breathlessly,

“In the toaster,” I said, just as the pop tarts popped up. “But you’ll have to eat it on the way,” picking them up and walking towards the door to pull my shoes on. He followed shoving his face full with a chocolate pop tart.

We vacated the house, I double checked the lock, leaving Sooty inside to play around and be a lazy house cat.

“Hmm looks like we’re going to have new neighbors,” Alex pointed out, gesturing a few doors down on the opposite side.

“Oh, Joy, never liked the Mants anyways,” I spoke monotone getting into the car.

More specifically their daughter, Megan, a typical popular teenager, on the cheerleading team, got the ‘best’ boyfriends ever and totally ‘real’ friends. I don’t envy her, not one bit but we were enemies, naturally. Well, what’s a life without a few enemies? I make mine a whole lot interesting, the spice of life no?

There are quite a few things we don’t agree on, and yadda yadda yadda I’m sure you’ve heard it all before. To think it all started when she picked on my brother, I was already having a bad day and she topped it off.

But Trust me, It gets a whole lot interesting...

She’s always despised me, or us, all of us. Normal people always had a fear of different... so to speak. All of my friends, me, my brother and their families have always been different. But we’ve always kept quiet and out of the way until I stepped up that is. That’s when she (or they) started making time in their busy schedule to try and make our hell.

Alex laughed at the comment, and got in the red Yaris after me, it was 10 years old, but still gets from A to B eh? I couldn’t help but keep looking over at the house up for sale. The estate agent walked outside with a sold sign in his hand, and he started to cover the ‘for sale’ to ‘sold’.

“Well, that was fast” I muttered under my breath, starting up the car.

“Must have loved it?” He guessed, nosing like myself,

“Or the took up the first offer to get away from me.”

See, I may or may not have seen eye to eye with her, in fact, scratch that, she asked to be enemies, after bullying my brother, and I stuck up for him, she switched to me, but I gave it back to her. I am not the kind to stand back and take it, unlike my naive little brother. Also, I may or may not have switched conditioner to permanent black hair dye, from her ‘luscious blonde locks’, which were totally from a bottle as I’ve known her since sophomore year. Well not without good reason, but that’s another story altogether.

I drove forward, blasting out The Rasmus, starting half way through the song; In the shadows. I rolled out of the short drive we possessed, onto the open road to high school.

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