Chapter 1
The Beginning
“Wake up!” A voice boomed.
My eyes immediately opened, revealing my brawny father in front of me. Everyone in my family was muscular, all expect me. I didn’t understand why I was so skinny and meek-looking, while the rest of my family were so strong- looking. “Flame, what do you think you’re doing?” My dad yelled. I was silent. I didn’t want to talk, and I was too tired to anyway. I closed my eyes. Hopefully he would think I was ill and he wouldn’t send me to the dreadful school day ahead of me. “Stop dawdling and get yourself to school!” He screamed. Unfortunately, my dad wasn’t in the best of moods today. I shuffled out of my comfortable bed, heading to the kitchen downstairs. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I could smell the wonderful smell of the scrumptious breakfasts my mother had cooked. My mother always made tasty, filling breakfasts, but my dad wasn’t as good as cooking as her. I sat on the empty seat of the table, with slobbering little Coal beside me. Coal is the youngest of the family, and the most mischievous one. Other than that, I got along with him well. I didn’t get along well with my other brothers though. I had a lot of brothers, and no sisters. The oldest was Ash, who was always grumpy and miserable. Burn is the second oldest, who is very energetic and irritating. At least he’s not as annoying as Blaze. Blaze was fifteen, one year older than me, and I absolutely hate him. He’s not only annoying, he’s rude, big-headed, childish, thoughtless… I’m best to not list all the words down, since there’s so many of them.
“Mother, could you please tell me what clubs am I doing today?” He asked, in that silly, goody-two-shoes voice he had. I hated it how he was so good when the adults where about, but when they turned there back he was his general, unpleasant self again.
“Of course, darling.” She replied, washing Burn’s dish. Burn was so speedy he had already eaten his breakfast. I still had a lot to eat. She glanced at his special timetable on the wall. Blaze had so many after-school clubs he had a special timetable for it all. “You’ve got tennis, drama and art club. Oh, and there’s swimming at 7’o clock.” She said. He cheered, and munched away at his last crumpet before marching upstairs to get ready for school. It was just Ash, Coal and me now, gobbling away at our food-infested plates. I was a long way from finishing my breakfast, with a chocolate croissant, baked beans, boiled eggs, bacon and sausages to eat.
“Ash, Flame! There’s no time for breakfast now, hurry up and get your teeth brushed and school uniform on! Blaze and Burn are already ready, why can’t you three get ready fast?” My dad shouted. We all shot up at the volume of the shouts, but then we mumbled and groaned, dragging our feet upstairs. I wish I was a little toddler like Coal. He was in nursery, and he didn’t have to go there until 11’o clock. It would be a nice, easy life without any trouble. My life had loads of trouble.
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