Chris Flame - Chapter 1

Updated: Jul 6


Chris has a hard life. He doesn't know his powers, until now. He finds monsters, ready to kill, and an extremely powerful person that he and his friends will fight. The person overpowers Chris and his friends. But will they survive?


TABLE OF CONTENTS


  1. The Unknown Secret

  2. Secrets Revealed

  3. Capture the Flag

  4. Special?

  5. Six?



MORE COMING SOON!






Chapter 1: The Unknown Secret



It was a sunny Monday morning on the first day of school. Thinking of school made me want to slap my head on the table in my bedroom.

“Come downstairs and eat, Chris!”

“Coming!” I yawned.

I brushed my teeth, put on my clothes, and went downstairs. My mom was wearing an orange t-shirt. She always wears that on the first day of school. She started that when she was a little girl, probably six years old. She told me that she got the idea from her grandmother on the first day of school. Her grandmother must have told her it was a family tradition thing because I saw a picture of my great-grandmother with that same shirt.

My dad was tired-looking, wearing a professional suit for his meeting today. He always does that on Mondays. Dad goes to a very friendly engineering company. Dad took me there once and the employees gave me chocolate. Chocolate wasn’t my favorite, I always thought it was from coffee, and by the smell of coffee, … yeah, not so good for a child. I mean, that is better than nothing, right? Even though a golden Lambo is better…

I ate a quick breakfast and started walking to school. A teacher greeted the students with a funny ‘hello.’ To be honest, if I were a teacher I would grump my way through the day. I walked to math class, which was the first class of the day for me. “Great, another day of 1+1 mathI mumbled to myself. When I started math class, someone sat beside me. I turned and looked in the direction where I heard someone sitting.

There was this boy with black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a long-sleeve shirt with jeans. He was about the same height as me. He eagerly whispered to me, "Hi! My name is Sam."

“Um. Nice, my name is Chris, Chris Flame,” I whispered back, wondering why he said that to me when…

“Good morning, class! You can call me Mr. Hazel. I’m extremely excited to be here! Let’s introduce ourselves, shall we? Let’s start from the first row, please,” the old man smiled. Teachers on the first day of school are too upbeat.

I waited till it was my turn. “Hi, my name is Chris Flame. I’m currently ten years old. I’m so lucky to be here.” When I said that, my mind was telling me, Not. A. Chance. Last year, a lot of kids bullied me.

“Very well, let’s get started!” We learned more academic problems than the fun stuff.

In the middle of math class, when Mr. Hazel was teaching Sarah how to do the math problem, Sam leaned over and asked, “Want to be friends?”

“Sure, okay,” I accepted. He seemed like a fine boy. After math class, we went to English class. Now that was more fun. The teacher gave us game boards and fun activities. Lunch went fine. Sam talked about his family and I did, too. Time went by with social studies and science.

At the end of the first day of school, my mom and dad picked me up to go home.

My dad, grinning, asked me, “You got a new friend?”

“Yeah, his name is Sam.”

******

The next day I was the first in class when the annoying Melisa and her friends walked up to me and snapped at me, “Are you going to sit? Or are you just going to stand there until you die? Crissy Flame, right, you’re not hot enough to even get flames!” Her friends laughed out loud while Melisa smirked. She’s always picked on people no matter how strong they are. She had even bullied the strongest kid in the school and made him cry.

At that very moment, a girl came into the room, furiously staring at Melisa and her friends. “Don’t you ever talk like that to anyone!” the girl demanded. Melisa muttered something to her friends and stomped her way out of the room. There was a long silence. Well, until I broke it.

“Thanks?” I hesitantly said.

“Anytime.” Then she left slowly, taking her time. What girl was that? She didn’t even say her name! Whatever, I thought, then Sam came bursting in.

“Hey man, that was Hailey right there,” he nonchalantly said.

“Who?” I questioned.

“The girl that just left, duh.”

“Oh,” I replied.


******


It was lunch, and Sam talked about coming to his house tomorrow to go to the beach to swim and make sand castles. He told me a bunch of good stuff about his family and his sister in 4th grade. That’s nice and all, but I was worried about my parents, what would they say?

“They will say yes!” Sam said as if reading my mind.

“I sure hope so.”


******


Later that day, I asked my mother, “Can I go to Sam’s house tomorrow?”

“Already? It’s only been a day, and you’re going to his house already?” my mom asked, concerned.

“Please?” I pleaded.

“Alright.” She said with a sigh.

******

The following day was usual, except when Hailey walked up to me and said,

“I heard you’re going to Sam’s house today.”

“Yeah,” I responded.

“By the way, my name is Hailey.”

“I knew that already,” I declared, though she seemed surprised.

“Anyway, I’m going to Sam’s house today, too,” she said. Wow, Sam is such a great friend. He didn’t even tell me that.

“I-oh-a-cool!” I stammered.

“Well, see you later!” Then she left. Sometimes, I just don’t understand that girl.


******



“You’re so slow!” Hailey screamed, making fun of Sam’s and my swimming abilities. We were racing to see who was the fastest.

“What do you mean?” I screamed back.

“Help! The water is pushing me back!” screamed Sam.

“Alright then, let’s go back to the shore and make sandcastles!” Hailey said.

“Help me first!” Sam screamed.

They were still making sandcastles when Sam’s mother said, “Let’s go. I think there is a tsunami coming. The forecast also says so.”

We all turned to the sea. The waves were retreating. Any second now, the tsunami would attack.

“Yeah- that’s probably a good idea,” I said. So we ran to the car and drove away quickly. It was already dark when we got back, so Sam’s mother had to send me home.


******


“Did you have a good time?” Mom asked when we got back.

“Nearly died,” I responded.

“How did you survive? Did you use something?” Mom said anxiously.

“No, why?” I asked suspiciously.

“So the po- never mind.”

“The what?” I said questionably.

“Nothing,” she replied.

“Actually.” I’m getting mad now. What is mom trying not to tell me? I have never seen her like this before.

“Sorry, but I can’t tell you right now. You are too young,” Mom said.

“TELL ME!” Now I was in rage mode. Why can’t she just tell me?

“No need to be so cantankerous,” Mom said, “It’s not important.” Right at that moment, dad came home.

“What’s the problem?” he asked.

“Oh, the thing,” Mom responded.

“What thing!?” I said.

“Should we say it?” Dad asked Mom.

“I - um… sure.” Mom said unsurely.

“Alright, to make it simple, we're just glad we have you.” Dad stumbled a bit in that sentence, that was for sure.

“N- Okay, sure, fine.” I ran upstairs and headed towards my room. “Why are my parents so weird?” Why are they acting like that? If they are acting, they are doing a terrible job of hiding it,” I mumbled to myself.


******


The next day I was the first in class, well, second, if a beetle counts as a human. The beetle was on my chair when I went in. I gently picked it up and put it out the window to freedom. I heard some murmuring outside the door. I listened carefully and heard one voice, “- going to vilify the whole school!”

Another voice said, “Good, now if plan A fails, then quickly switch to plan B, ok?”

“ Okay, ” the first voice was back again.

“And remember, 37.7749° N, 122.4194° W.” I tried to ignore it when Sam came in.


******


Winter break has drawn nearer. Snow has finally come.

“Have a nice winter break class,” Mr. Hazel smiled.

“Bye!”

“See you!”

“Well, would you look at that, school has passed so fast. People get happier and-” Sam began.

“No need to make a speech out of it, ” Hailey interrupted.

“I’m not done with my sentence yet,” Sam fired back.

“Eh, it doesn't matter,” Hailey said.

We walked to my house. Outside, kids were firing snowballs at each other. My mom was waiting outside and she yelled, “Kids! Come inside to warm up!”

“Coming,” I replied.


******


It took some time to convince my parents to let us snowball fight, but it was worth it. I kept on hitting Sam from behind while he was focusing on targeting Hailey.

“Come on, man” Sam kept saying that when I got him behind the back like a million times.

“Ha!” Hailey said while hitting Sam straight in the chest.

“Oof! Chill, Hailey!” Sam said to Hailey. We kept a score of how many times people hit each other. The results were, Chris: hitting 24 times, 20 Sam, and 4 Hailey. Sam: hitting 16 times, 14 Hailey and 2 Chris. Hailey: hitting 22 times, 12 Chris and 10 Sam. We kept on playing. It turned out Hailey won against me because I gave her mercy. The electricity shut off when we were only 20 minutes in the house after the snowball fight. My dad gave us flashlights to see, and we made a shadow show with our hands. Then I heard a scuffling sound upstairs …






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