Bloom sat at the base of a tree in her Grandmother’s Apple orchard; stroking the roots; one of the branches stretched down, brandishing an apple before her eyes. She smiled and took the apple. Crunching it noisily.
“Bloom?” Her grandmother called,
“Over here Nana!” she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand,
Blossom lowered herself to the ground; her faded jeans already covered in grass and mud stains from her work in the green house. A bandana keeping her hair back like her granddaughter’s. she waved her hand and a circle of daisies threaded through each other and floated up to sit on Bloom’s head.
“I’m going to miss you when you head off to school next week,” She crossed her legs and put her palms to the earth soaking in the energy.
“Me too,” Bloom smiled,
“Now you have to remember to keep this a secret,” Blossom gestured to the tree that was still in a bowing position,
Bloom smirked and stroked the roots again and it stood tall. “Keep what a secret?” giving her most innocent smile,
“You’re too much like me for your own good,” Blossom shook her head lightly, a laugh escaping he lips,
“But you told me never to be ashamed of my ‘talent’. You said it didn’t matter what others thought; that all that mattered was inside and-”
“Bloom, that was when you were scared to even attempt to open a daisy. You are a lot more confident, now. And I’m not talking about control not being self conscious, dear.”
“So you mean I can’t practice?”
“Not in front of others, no,” Blossom explained, “I’ve talked to your headmaster and he understands you need a private room for your ‘worship’,” she used air quotes,
“My worship? What religion?” she was now fighting laughter,
“I told him it was Pantheism; the worship of the earth,” She explained, “But it is very private, nobody should be allowed to accompany you.”
“Nice.”
Scorcha pointed at the stove in her father’s kitchen, blue flames erupted as she lowered the pan onto it and tipped in the beans. Pinching a piece of bread between her thumb and fore finger she clicked her fingers on the other hand; holding the flame close to the bread she made toast.
“We have a toaster, you do know?” her dad rolled his eyes as he walked in from work - A fireman - no pun intended.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Fair enough, just don’t make me have to work from home,” he warned, kissing the top of her head,
“Why on earth would I do that?” she smiled her best smile,
“Why don’t you try acting normal, practice for school,” he suggested, “You can’t just light up a candle without matches there,”
“No, because there, people use wands,” she gestured to the wooden stick they had hidden in the utensil pot,
“It will still stand out,” he said, Scorcha stuck her tongue out at him, “Scorcha, Okay, The real reason I asked you to stop is because Michelle is coming over,” He ran a hand through his red hair, nervous that his daughter would spontaneously combust at any moment.
She tipped the beans over her toast on the plate and munched angrily. Michelle could bugger off.
Flo stood at the sink manipulating the water to swill around the saucepan she was supposed to be washing.
“Flo, that’s cheating!” seven year old Jack said from his seat at the table. He was turning his glass of water to ice and back to liquid. Flo gritted her teeth and sent a jet of water in his direction and it splashed his face, Jack giggled.
“Flo, are you mad at me?” Jack asked taking in her stony expression that seemed to grace his half-sister’s naturally beautiful face too often these days,
“What for Jackie?” she turned her head slightly in his direction, not quite meeting his gaze, he was too perceptive for his own good,
“Taking Dad away from you,” he whispered,
“That isn’t your fault, Jackie,” Flo smiled sadly, “You’ll understand when you’re older.”
“When I go to school with you?”
“Yeah, then you’ll understand,” What he didn’t understand was the fact she didn’t understand herself,
“I’ll miss you Flo,” he got up from the table and flung his arms around Flo’s middle,
“I’ll miss you too, Jackie,” Flo turned back to stare out the window, where rain began to pour.
The date was August 31st. Skye skipped outside; kite in tow. It was blue and green in a diamond; a string of bunting in alternate colours tailed after it. She held tightly to the wooden handle as a breeze she generated lifted it into the sky. The string unravelled and the kite soared higher.
“You will do well child...” the wind whispered to her,
She watched as the kite zigzagged from left to right. She channelled her energy to heat the breeze biting at her cheeks and felt the warmth spread across her face.
Author's Note:
I realise that I haven't done much on Skye and her family but my reasons will be revealled in the chapters to come.
Thank you to PorridgeWomanEndings14 for giving me my first chapter review! Much appreciated xx
And Thank you to harrypotter417 for making my story one of their favourites! xx
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