@Choco:

Ok, that's fine.

@Analesia:

Is that ok with you, what I said on my bio? If not it's ok, because I have another idea that goes with your story better, if you want me to do that. :)

Happy Girl, I don't think that we really wanted to make it like that. You can just be a girl from the boarding school.

I am going to post as soon as humanly possible! Don't die little thread!

Here's some more. Sorry for all the switching of tenses in my posts.

~Eris~

"Well," Mom replies, "the house down there was burnt in 1911. And knowing you, you probably want to know how it was caused."

I nod my head up and down rythymically. Of course I do!

"There
was a boy who lived there named Norman, but he was called Fire Boy by
all his friends," she continues, gazing out at the ghostly building.
"Those who knew him who are still alive today-most of them are down at
Twin Oaks*-claim that he could light his hands on fire without getting
hurt."

This story sounds a little too familar, I think to myself. Almost like that newscast.....

"One
day," Mom goes on, picking up speed as she talks, "there was quite an
accident. Most people say Norman was in the middle of one of his famous
shows. Just as he flicked the lighter, a fireball exploded at his feet.
The house and barn caught fire, and Norman was never seen again. It was a pretty sturdy structure, which
is why it's still there today, but the interior transformed into
nothing but ashes. Your Great-Grandma Susan saw the house catch on fire, and also found this." She reaches into a dusty, old trunk that lies in the side of the room and pulls out a scrap of paper. "She said it was from Norman's diary, on the day of the fire." 

I pick up the paper and begin to read....

Today is the day. Another show, but it will almost be time. I will find the six of them soon, and they will go to my home. It is raging and filling the world with its poison, so they must find their elem

"WHAT?!? It just gets cut off?" I yell angrily.

"It was probably time for the show," Mom replies grimly.

"I really think there's some connection between that Norman and the Norman we saw. Like a ghost or an ancestor or something," I continue.

"Oh, bosh," Mom says with a giggle. "The whole thing is just hooey. Ever heard of special effects, Eris? People use them all the time to attract crowds. And as for what happened in 1911....well, some people have extrordinary abilities, that's all."

I've heard of special effects, I think to myself. But that wasn't any effect. And it was more than an extrordinary ability.

Thanks Analesia! :)

Smoke
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I hate Fire. I don't care if he is someone helping us or not. He is so conceited. He thinks he knows everything. He is even hurting us- a little.

As I shuffle behind him I think about how I will be able to escape. Would I be able to escape with a few of us, or just myself.

Fire suddenly turns around. "Don't even try to escape," he looks straight at me.

"Oh let me guess," I say sarcasticly, "You can create fire, and read people thoughts too."

"Of course I can!" Fire says.

"Stop fighting!" Marion screeches at us, "You guys have been fighting the whole time. Apoligize this instant!"

"I'm not going to apologize to him!" I say shocked. But then Fire comes up to me and holds out his hand. He looks up at me and did he just smile?! Knowing we are seriously not going to be going anywhere until I shake Fire's hand, I hold out my hand. Fire gives it a firm shake, but holds on a little longer then normal. I suddenly take my hand away.

That made me super uncomfortable. Does Fire... like me?