Hello, my beauties! So, this is it! The second instalment of The Fire Trilogy!Yes, I promise to do longer updates this time. This one will include different points of view, as well!So, enjoy! Other Titles by Brooke Lotus Down-And-Out Spark Flame I fiddle with the necklace that lies on my chest. It's the shape of a spark, and that fits my situation. It was given to me by my best friend and first love: Carl York. I now where it wherever I go, and refuse to remove it from my neck. The bell rings and I get up, the burn on my leg stinging. I grab my books, and pull out my map. My next lesson is History, and I have no idea where that is. I scan the map for a while, looking for a blue box with 'H8', my classroom, written inside it. I can't find it. H1, H2, H3, H4. That's it. No H8. I sigh and fold up my map. I trudge out of the classroom and into the crowded hallway. People stare at me, and I pull my beanie lower. My ginger hair is glowing; something that happens often nowadays, as I'm always angry. I wander aimlessly for a few minutes, until I decide that I won't find H8 on my own. I resolve to go to Student Reception, and ask them to check my timetable on the computer. It's on the other side of the school, but I may as well. I turn right down the science corridor, and walk up it until the end, then turn left to go down the PSHCE corridor. It takes me a while, but eventually I get to Student Reception. I walk through the door and immediately notice the fat, toad-like lady sitting at the desk. She has dyed-blond hair and is wearing heaps of make-up. I do my best not to laugh. "Student Reception," she says, without glancing up from her crossword. "Um... I don't know how to get to H8..." I say, nervously. At this, she looks up. "H8? I aint never heard such a thing! Hand me your timetable." I do as she says. She looks at it, and shakes her head. "You want H3, love." She concludes. I take back my timetable and look at it. I notice now that the left half of the eight is drawn on in blue pen. I sigh. "Hey," says the woman. "Don't let them get you down," "Thanks," I whisper, and walk off. It takes me barely any time at all to get to my class, but I'm the last in. I take a seat at the back, and get out my book. "Turn to page 394," says the teacher, Miss Parkinson. I turn the pages of the book slowly. I look up and notice a boy staring at me. He looks confused, but turns around after he sees I'm looking at him. What a creep. I look at the title on page three-hundred-and-ninety-four. 'The Gun Powder Plot'. What?! We did this about three years ago! I roll my eyes. I hate coming to a new school. I should use my old essays, or would that be considered cheating? Maybe. I don't know. But, what I do know is, us Flipsides splitting up was the best decision I ever made! They practically ruined my life! I'm glad that's over... So, this is the first update! Please, tell me what you guys think!I love hearing from you all!
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