IRIS ‘S POV

I woke up just to hear my aunt screaming my name. She screaming at me as I had not woken up. I got out of bed and flung the curtains open. The hot sun was shining bright but my day was just dark as ever.

As I came down to the kitchen ‘the first thing I had to see in the morning was my aunt’s face. She was the women I hated the most in this world more than the driver who had killed my parents.

I was living with my aunt- my mom’s sister- for the time I was 6. It has been 9 years since my parents passed away.

My aunt was a really short women with a really short temper. She had blond hair and she smelled like chills. Her hazel eyes where glaring at me. She ten spoke in her fake British accent, I have been calling you for more than 20 minutes but you don’t have the decency to respond. I ignored her and walked away.

I walked towards the table just to find my uncle and my two cousins Zara and Zavier sitting on the left side of the table and my uncle on the right. Zara and Zavier looked like they were in a very deep conversation an my uncle was reading his newspaper. Just like my aunt I hated them as well and I also knew they hated me as well. I sat at end of the table away from all of them. As always my blood related brother- my actual brother- came down. He was just two years older to me. His name was Daniel. He had purple hair just like me and black eyes also like mine. He sat down right next to me, but today there was something different about he, he looked really pale as if he had seen a ghost. He was unreasonably quiet as well. I did not think much of it.

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There was fact that I was looking at if Daniel would realize but of course he didn’t. I wanted to make him realize that Zara had a really big crush on him I don’t think he will ever realize that.

I turned to my right just to see my aunt glaring at me. I had not done anything but I don’t know why it felt like something really wrong was going to happen today.

DANIELS POV

The fire is burning. People are dying, and it is my fault. Just because I did not know how to control my powers.it was my fault only if I had not started the fire, only if I knew how to control it. They would have survived. I heard a bell ring. It was my phone. I don’t.t know why but I was having a really bad feeling about this call. It was from a restricted number. I finally picked it up.

My fears had come to life. It was not a dream. I just woke up from one. There could not be two bad dreams at once right? I was wrong it was his voice I could never be mistaken. His pause after every sentence. His cold voice which said HELLO DANIEL, LONG TIME SINCE I SAW YOU.