Flame’s POV:
I cut the water, the drops contain to fall in gentle taps on the tile floor. I shook my hair out and grabbed a towel from the floor outside the shower curtain, securing it around my waist. Since I had solar energy literally raging through my body, I dried off very fast. I slipped on jeans and a white t-shirt and grabbed the Sun pendent I put of the sink, fastening it around my neck. I don’t shower with it on anymore because I was worried about it rusting, losing the last thing that reminded me of Kinsley.
As soon as I opened the door, I smiled on seeing Carrie sitting patently outside the door, waiting for me. I smiled at her, gently tossing my wet towel on her.
“EwwWwww Flame!” She cried, tossing it back at my feet. I chuckled, scooping the towel up to let it hand on the door knob. I then reached down to pick up Carrie.
“Where’s your mom?” I asked her and she pointed downstairs, just as a sweet aroma of bacon flowed to us.
Ever since Kinsley died, Carrie and her mom, Anna, have let me hide out here when the forest was being searched or I need a shower or to charge my laptop. I snuck through the window so no one sees me sneaking in; if someone saw me, they would probably tell the police. It’s funny, I’m the town hero, yet I’m the most wanted…
I walked downstairs and saw Anna flipping pancakes and pouring orange juice. Carrie and I tilted our noses sky ward, sniffing the air and Anna laughed. She may be a great friend and had let me use her house, but she could never replace Kinsley. But, her food was pretty good.
After breakfast, I went to the living room to check on the charge on my laptop. It was almost there so I let it be. As I waited, I thought back to the girl I had saved from the fall of the building. Her name still hung fresh in my mind.
Charter…
Her name was so unique and fresh, and I loved the way it sounded. Usually I don’t take that much notice in the people I rescue, I’m too busy saving their butts from fires and thugs. But I really got a good look at her and it set my heart on fire…..no pun intended.
Would I have time to get to know her? Or will she freak out? I could tell she was too in shock to really do anything when I had taken her to my house to make sure she was okay, but what would happen if I straight up walked up to her in the park or something? I guess I could try, but the thought made butterflies erupt in my stomach.
One thing’s for sure…I had to see her.
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Burned
Teen FictionThe world was counting down its final days when Flame was created. He was the world's first perfect human, with hidden powers generated from the dying Sun itself By killing himself, he could save the entire human race. But is Flame, a playful teenag...
