Plot:

Sixteen year old, Freya, isn't exactly normal. One, she can talk to animals, and two, she has the undiscovered ability to manipulate water. Her best friend Darren, a rock/earth manipulator, has stayed by her side all of her life, but he made one wrong move and left an opening for Lend, another manipulator that controls fire. Darren gets jealous and betrays Freya. What will Freya do? Will she let her lifelong buddy destroy the best chance of love she's ever had, or will she destroy Darren?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

              I remember the fire that engulfed my life when I was but a young girl.  It consumed everything and returned it to the earth in a blackened, dehydrated state.  It took literally everything, friends, family, and possessions.  It terrified me.  Today, I face the flames that engulfed my life.  The fear of fire still haunts me.  I was so young, but now, it’s different.  I’m older.  I’m more mature.  I’m braver.

               I stood there on the edge of that huge, monstrous cliff.  My auburn hair flickered behind me, whipping against my neck and thwapping at my ears.  My grey eyes examined the angry, crashing waves that were beating violently against the cliff.  Smells filled my nose.  I was brought back to earth by the calling of my best friend, Darren.  “Freya, are you okay,” he asked.  I smiled at him and nodded, clutching my stomach.  I had always had a strange attachment to water, and a strange fear of flames.  I didn’t know why, and I didn’t really care why.  I just knew that I was okay as long as I didn’t go anywhere near an open flame.

               “C’mon.” Darren grabbed my hand and drug me towards the large fair that was going on.  I had always liked fairs.  Oh, there’s something unusual about me…  I can talk to animals.  I just thought you needed to learn that before you heard anything more about me.  The birds around me spoke to each other in short, easy-to-understand sentences.  Such as, “Mob the owl,” and “Steal the cheeseburger.”  Then I saw him.  He sat there on the edge of the fence fiddling with his pocket knife.  I was mesmerized.  His sandy brown hair greatly contrasted with Darren’s jet-black hair.  His blue eyes peeked out from underneath his hair.  He was hot.  Hotter than anyone I’d ever seen.

               “Freya!  Where’s your head at?”  Darren looked at me with a worried look on his face.

               “Sorry, I was in another world,” I replied with a smile that made Darren’s worried look melt away.

               “C’mon,” Darren squeezed my hand.  “Let’s go ride the ferris wheel.”

               “Okay,” I said looking at the huge, wheel-like structure before me.  I was definitely going to have some problems with my fear of heights.

               Darren took me over to the ferris wheel and we got into one of the carts that were attached to it.  I clenched his shoulder the whole time and then we stopped at the top.  I froze and looked at Darren.  Darren smiled at me and kissed me on the lips.  I didn’t expect that, so I balled my fists up in his shirt and pushed him away from me.  He, on the other hand, apparently wanted to keep kissing me.  He grabbed both of my shoulders and shook me.  He then forcefully kissed me.  I pushed myself away from him and slapped him.  Bad move.  He got really mad then and pushed me up against the side of the cart.  The ferris wheel wasn’t exactly new, so my seatbelt broke and the next thing I knew, I was falling downwards, fast.

               Then, just as quickly as it had happened, I was in the pocket-knife-fiddler’s arms.  My heart was pounding and I felt dizzy.  My head was killing me.  “Are you okay?”  The dude’s voice was deep, but not freakishly deep.  It was just the right pitch.  I felt safer in his arms.  I immediately began to calm down.

((I have more for this chapter, but you must critique me on my work!))