Emma – The Beginning
“Sweetie, we know we shouldn't push you or anything, but it’s
about time your powers kicked in, don’t you think?” father said with a worried
smile, while folding the newspaper and placing it on the coffee table beside
him. “Your mother agrees too, don’t you darling,” he added, looking at mother,
who was playing with my younger sister on the living room carpet. “I mean, even
Layla started manifesting elemental powers, and she’s only three,” father
continued, since mother was too busy dodging all the flying dolls around her to
actually pay attention. “The point is, Emma-”
“The point is, you can’t possibly be normal, and your
special ability will surface, sooner
or later,” mother smiled, interrupting father’s monologue.
“I think ‘sooner’ is out of the question in this case,
darling,” father replied and they both started laughing.
I was born into an Elemental family, or so my father
claimed ‘those’ kind of families were called. And ours was an unusual one. It
might be a confusing thing to say, considering that we were already as unusual
as one gets, but most such families had only one ruling element and we… well,
we had the lot. We had a bloodline of fire, water, earth, metal, and now, as
Layla so clearly demonstrated, air. Mother and Father were both fire
Elementals, and I was… well… nothing.
“Could you please
stop this nonsense? I’m fine with being normal,” I sighed, sick and tired of
the same old conversation we had repeated over and over again ever since I
turned 17.
“Emma, darling, of course you’re not fine with being
normal,” mother replied while making tiny fire butterflies come out of her
index finger. The flying toys from before now lay silently on the floor, since
Layla was positively enthralled by the red and orange flutter of the butterflies.
She placed her little hand under one and soon enough the poor thing was
engulfed in a whirlwind generated by Layla’s palm. I don’t wanna be like that. No. Of course I don’t. Not me. No sir. No
way. No how.
…
But I wanna make tiny sparkling butterflies
toooo…
“Mother, we’ve had this conversation before. I like my
life, I like my school, I like-”
“Ah, yes, and by the way…” father interrupted my
little ‘I like’ speech. “We’re moving you to another school. One more suitable
for you, since your powers might appear at any given time now. School’s
starting in two weeks, and you will be attending the same High School me and
your mother went to when we were young. It’s renowned for its facilities for…
gifted children,” he continued, avoiding my gaze and lowering his voice till it
was barely understandable to human
ear. But I understood him alright. Oh,
how I understood him.
“You’re WHAT??” And why
didn’t they ask me before doing such a thing?? No…no… this isn’t happening.
Breathe, Emma, breathe. Be calm and mature about this.
“NO! I’m not going!” I
screamed, and ran out of the living room with tears in my eyes. I ran up to my
room and slammed the door shut. Screw ‘calm and mature’, how could they do
this to me? I already have a life in my high school, plus there’s that little
bonus some would refer to as Colin.
“Oh come on, it’s not that
bad…” Hayley’s soothing voice echoed through the telephone. “Plus, Colin
doesn’t even know you exist, so he’s not that big of a bonus anyway,” she
gracefully topped the grey cake of my life with a winning cherry of misery. I
could clearly hear her chewing in my ear. She was always eating weird things to
lose weight. None ever worked. Ever.
“Thanks Ley, that helped a
lot. I was going to fix the problem this school year you know.” And how
insensitive of you to remind me of such things. Hayley was one of the few
people I actually got along with in that school. Okay, maybe I didn’t like my
school that much… “Anyway, I have to go, I can hear mother calling, and
I don’t want to live solely on water and water for the next two weeks.”
“But it’s actually not that
hard to live on wa-”
“Bye Ley,” I interrupted
her weird eating habit chatter and hung up. Actually, mother was too much of a
lady to call after me herself. She usually sent up one of her little fire
messages. This one had been oozing from under the door all through my
conversation and was currently spelling a scorching “Get dressed and come down.
Now! Love, Mother.” The message ended with the flaming outline of a heart, and disintegrated
in tiny sparkles which started rising towards the ceiling, where other such
sparkles awaited. They usually disappeared in about a week or so and I kind of
liked the starry sky impression they gave, so I never bothered doing something
about the matter. My room was an incredibly messy place, but I always knew
where to find my things. I looked under the pillow and found a pair of dark
grey jeans. Oh, almost forgot about these. And they’d look amazing with my
pinkish blouse. Now if I could just remember where I put it… Okay, maybe
not always. But on several occasions I did find what I was looking for.
In the end, I decided for a cute shirt which had the most adorable ribbon on
the back, and the nearly-forgotten-pillow-jeans.
When I finally arrived downstairs,
mother was in the middle of putting a small fire out.
“Calm down, darling, it was
an accident,” she addressed my father, who looked like he was about to shoot
lightning from his eyes. Thank Heavens he can’t control lightning, or else
we would have all been zapped to death by now. He scares me sometimes… brr. I
shrugged any nasty thoughts away, and took a step towards my quarreling
parents. Hah, they’re such a pair.
“No, of course I
didn’t mean to set your newspaper on fire, Alan!” Oh no, she called him by
his first name. That’s bad. Very bad. Last time she did that s-
BOOM!
“NOW look what you’ve
done!” father yelled, as the living room exuded smoke from every nick and
cranny.
“You know I can’t control
my abilities when I lose my temper,” mother crossed her arms in defense. I
was meaning to say ‘something bad happened’, but never mind.
We usually had to
redecorate or move every two months or so, because the perfect fire-proof house
hadn’t been invented yet. I was actually thinking of inventing one myself.
Eventually. Ah, if my guardian element were water, we wouldn’t have to go
through this Every. Single. Time. They fight.
“Anyway, I have to go out now, so fix this little
problem before I return,” she slyly said, scanning the charcoal and still smoking
walls around us and grabbing my wrist.
“Oh, and watch Layla while you’re at it,” she added a
final blow and gracefully closed the front door behind us. I could still hear
father clearly, as we were marching down the stony path that connected the door
to the main road. “Now, honey, please
PLEASE try to make a little wind for daddy. We have to clear this smoke away.
You ca….” His voice faded away more and more till it became just a windy
whisper in the chilly autumn day. The alley on which we were walking was
covered in dead yet noisy leaves and I loved the feeling they gave me when I
crushed them under my feet. The air was incredibly fresh, and I was enjoying a
wonderful early autumn’s day.
“We’re going to buy you school uniforms, dear,” mother
started, as if answering a question I never asked. Did I say ‘enjoying’? I
meant ‘wanting-to-kill-myself-soon-therefore-admiring-the-last-leaves-ever’.
“What?? But my last school… my last school didn’t have uniforms,” I complained, and with
good reasons too. How will the boys ever
notice me if I’m dressed EXACTLY like the other girls? This isn’t happening.
“Yes, and I distinctively remember your last school
not being a boarding school either,” mother casually added with a flip of her
brown hair. No, actually it isn’t a boar-
Wait. WHAT? Did I say ‘wanting-to-kill-myself-soon-therefore-admiring-the-last-leaves-ever’?
Well…I was right about that.
“Are you implying what I think you’re implying,
mother?” I asked, desperately struggling to keep my voice under control. Breathe, Emma, breathe.
“Well, darling, you might not be aware of this, but
the Hawkshaw Institute isn’t quite in our particular area,” she answered,
sneaking a quick glance at my petrified face.
“Isn’t quite in
our particular area?” I repeated on a neutral tone. The shock had been so
devastating that I was now staring blankly at the pathway before me. Not quite in our particular area… Not quite
in our area… Not quite… Not… My thoughts wandered further and further away
in the vastness of my mind, until I could merely hear the echo of myself. It
was like death, only worse: social death. Uniforms. Boarding school. I was
bound not to live through the first week… or, a more probable situation, the
very first day. And I was going to
pass away in ugly cl-
Heeey, those
are not half bad. Before I even knew
it, we had reached the little uniform shop. As we were standing in front of the
showcases, I realized maybe uniforms weren’t that bad after all. Not bad at all
actually. In fact, they were-
“Freaking awesome!”
“Emma! Watch your tongue!”
“Sorry, mother. But they are sort of pretty,” I stated, while the shopkeeper was showing us
some of the available skirt patterns. My birth-giver chose one and handed it to
me.
“Go see how this looks like, Emma, darling.”
“But mother, it’s the longest one,” I complained. At this rate, I will be known as the
Girl-With-No-Uniform-Fashion-Sense and banished from school grounds. I can’t
let this happen.
“What about-”
“No,” her eyes sparkled dangerously.
“Fine…” I mumbled to myself, rolling my eyes in an imperceptible manner and grabbing the damned skirt from her hands.
Damn, it looks horrible. Horrid, horrid
knee-length skirt, you shall be the death of me.
“Well? Do you like it?” I could hear mom’s voice
through the changing booth’s heavy curtains.
If I say no,
she will kill me. If I say yes, I will die anyway. Hmm… tough call.
“Well… not really.” Indeed, I chose the quickest death.
“You… don’t, hmm?” I could feel the room slightly
heating up. Not good. Not good. Abort
‘quick death’! Abort!!
“No, no. I meant… what I meant was… I actually meant…”
Darn! “I love it, mother,” I finally
sighed.
“Good,” she smiled as she drew the curtains to have a
look. The skirt was a shade of grey that had probably inspired
sidewalk-colourers when the very first sidewalks had appeared. It had finely
outlined checkers in a reddish colour. I said reddish because they could almost
pass as grey in all that mass of asphalt. I felt like a road. A road with
checkers. Ridiculous, I sighed
inside.
“We’ll take three,” she cheerfully said while shooing
me back into the changing booth to reclaim my lovely jeans. I watched the
buying process with solemn resignation. Curses,
curses, CURSES! Please make a sharp object fall on the damned skirts, please,
please, please… Preferably scissors…Okay, maybe ‘resignation’ is not quite
the word for it… While I was going on and about with my little incantations
towards the poor skirts, mother handed me the brown bag containing those
dreaded items of clothing which would most certainly make me regret the rest of
my school days and ushered me out of the store.
“But what about the rest of the uniform?” I inquired
on a genuinely worried tone. Oh my, am I
to go to school wearing only the skirt? That would be a sight. In any case,
no-one would ever notice the actual length of the skirt in question…
“You don’t need anything else, since the third years
always wear white shirts, and you have plenty of those,” mother answered
cheerfully. “Plus, the students can wear whatever jackets they like, as long as
they’re decent enough. We didn’t have this rule when we were going to school; we had to wear those horrible black coats
lined with gold. It was appalling.” She shook her head at the mere thought of
the previously invoked jackets. They DO
sound appalling. Gold? Yuk.
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