CHAPTER 2 ELEMENTS POWER
"Mom, Dad, why are you so serious?" I asked, feeling a sense of unease. "We've already found out everything," they replied, their voices laced with concern. "What do you mean?" I asked, my confusion growing. "You don't need to go to the Hallow Forest," Mom said, trying to reassure me. "But that's the only way to save our land," I explained, feeling a pang of desperation. "I've decided that we'll just give up our house and live in the bakery so we can focus on it," they suggested, hoping I would understand.
I tried to speak, but Dad interrupted , his voice firm but gentle. "It's okay, child. We don't want you to get hurt. Tomorrow, we'll go to your school to donate our house." I felt a lump form in my throat as I apologized, tears streaming down my face. "Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Dad," I said, my voice shaking.
Mom's expression softened, and she wrapped her arms around me. "It's okay, child. What's important is that you and your friend are safe. Your friend's family is wealthy, and they won't hesitate to donate. We don't want to lose you, dear one. You're such a good child, and fate has been unfair to you." They held me close, and I didn't realize when I fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up, bathed, and had breakfast. As I went outside, I saw my parents waiting for me with our packed belongings. I noticed that all our things were already packed, and it hit me that we were really leaving our home behind. I saw all the beautiful memories we had made in our house, and it was hard for us to let go. But we had no choice, as our bakery was our only source of livelihood.
As we walked to school, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. Leaving our home behind was hard, but I knew it was for the best. When we arrived at school, I saw Maine and her friends waiting for us. They looked pleased with themselves, and I knew they were waiting for us to make a move.
"Mom, Dad, I'll handle this," I said, trying to sound brave. My parents nodded and stayed back while I approached Maine.
"So, you're really going to donate your house?" Maine sneered. "How pathetic."
I took a deep breath and stood tall. "We're doing what we have to do to survive. You may have power and influence, but we have each other."
Maine rolled her eyes. "You're just jealous of my abilities and my status."
I smiled. "I'm not jealous. I'm just determined to protect what's important to me."
As we stood before the headmaster, I thought the ordeal was almost over. But then, Headmaster Gwen spoke up, her voice firm.
"I'm afraid donating just the house won't suffice. To truly compensate for your failure to take the exams, you'll need to donate more."
My heart sank as my parents exchanged worried glances.
"What else do you want us to give up?" my mom asked, her voice trembling.
"The bakery," the headmaster replied, her expression unyielding.
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Our bakery was our livelihood, our passion. Without it, we'd struggle to survive.
"No, please," I begged, feeling desperation creeping in. "Isn't there another way?"
The headmaster's expression remained cold. "This is non-negotiable. The bakery, or your daughter's safety."
My parents looked at each other, and I knew they were torn. What would they decide? My parents reluctantly agreed to donate the bakery. I felt a lump form in my throat as we signed the papers. Our family's livelihood, our passion, was being taken away.
As we walked I felt defeated. What would we do now? How would we survive?
"Mom, Dad, what's going to happen to us?" I asked, feeling scared.
My mom hugged me tightly. "We'll figure it out, daughter. We'll find a way."
But I could see the worry in their eyes. I knew they were scared too.
As we walked away from the school, I saw Grey watching us from afar. His expression was unreadable, but for a moment, our eyes met, and I felt a spark of curiosity.
What was he thinking? Did he care about what was happening to us?
As we were about to leave, Headmaster Gwen's expression turned mocking. "Look at you, a family of failures. You're nothing without your little bakery. And you," she sneered at me, "think you're worthy of attending this school? You're just a waste of space."
Her words cut deep, and I felt my anger rising. My parents tried to calm me down, but Headmaster Gwen continued to taunt us.
"You're just a bunch of nobodies. No one will miss you when you're gone. You'll be nothing but a footnote in this school's history."
That's when my mom lost it. "How dare you!" she shouted, her voice trembling with rage. "You've taken everything from us, and now you're mocking us? Have some decency!"
The headmaster's smile grew wider. "Decency? You want to talk about decency? You're the ones who can't even take care of your own daughter."
My dad stepped forward, his face red with anger. "That's enough. We've had enough of your insults."
The scene was escalating, and I didn't know what would happen next. Would they get into a physical altercation? Would the headmaster call security?
The tension was palpable as we stood there, facing off against the headmaster's cruelty. Before things got out of hand, the headmaster called security, and soon, guards surrounded us. "Take them away," she ordered, her voice cold and calculating.
"What are the charges?" one of the guards asked.
"Assault," the headmaster replied, her eyes flashing with anger. "They threatened me and attempted to harm me."
I was shocked. "That's not true!" I protested, but the guards didn't listen.
They handcuffed my parents and me, and dragged us away. We were thrown into a dark, dingy cell. The door slammed shut behind us, and I heard the sound of locks clicking into place.
"This is madness," my dad said, pacing back and forth in the small cell. "We didn't do anything."
My mom sat down on the cold floor, her eyes welling up with tears. "What are we going to do?" she whispered.
I looked at them, feeling helpless. "We'll figure something out," I said, trying to sound confident.
But deep down, I was scared. We were trapped, and I didn't know how we'd escape.Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through my body. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My eyes glowed with an intense light, and my hair stood on end. A powerful aura surrounded me, making the air around me ripple.
The headmaster, who had been gloating just moments before, took a step back, her eyes wide with fear. She'd never encountered an aura like mine before.
I felt my body trembling with rage and power. My voice grew louder, and I shouted, "YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR!"
The sound waves from my shout were so powerful that they shook the entire building. The walls cracked, and the windows shattered. The headmaster stumbled backward, her eyes fixed on me in terror.
The guards who had thrown us in jail cowered in fear, shielding themselves from the intense energy emanating from me. The building seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and I could feel the ground shaking beneath my feet.
My parents looked at me in awe, unsure of what was happening. They'd never seen me like this before.
The headmaster, still cowering, tried to speak, but her voice was barely audible. "S-stop...please..."
I took a step forward, my eyes blazing with energy. I felt unstoppable, like I could take on the world.