All Chapters of FIRE CRACKER : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

If I could turn back time – I'd go back to those times I constantly wished I was an adult. Because this... this wasn't the adult life I signed my lazy self -up for. At twenty three, I didn't have anything to be proud of, well except for the beautiful certificate that is hung in my mother's room till date. Would you believe me if I said I was a first class medical doctor working as a receptionist in some down run hotel? No? okay. Well, at least I was. I continued to pack up my stuff into a small box, it had been barely thirty minutes since the letter was sent to me, my letter of termination and in the lame man's words – I'd been sacked. Why? I can't explain it. I don't know why it took them so long to sack me though. The only reason I agreed to get this annoying job was because I had to pay rent in the small room I lived in after I got kicked out of my father's home by my mom's boyfriend. Pretty harsh right? I looked around the small counter I used to call an office. It

Someone screamed as I dug my hands into Emiliana's hair. The pale blonde dug her hands into my hair in response and the moment, I slammed her into a wall, she stared at me with wide shocked eyes; I wasn't the tallest person on planet earth and I definitely wouldn't win an award concerning great body build, I was slender – slender, beautiful but slim. People often confused my body stature as someone who wouldn't be able to hold their ground in a fight when the truth was, I knew exactly how to maximize my skin and bones if push came to shove. "You are hurting me!" She screeched as she tried to push me away. I let her go and slapped her across the face twice, she roared and tugged on my hair tighter, her knee connected with my rib and it was my turn to let out a yelp, I grunted and rolled over, I didn't know why no-one was stopping this fight, but I appreciated it. It was high time people like Emiliana got what was coming to them. On a normal day, I could never imagine myself doin

"Wait!" I heard the woman call out to me as I dragged my belongings with me and ran "I didn't even catch your name!" she yelled again. I spun around and with a goofy smile I replied "Danielle Brown" Now, I wasn't stupid. I knew that I was no dancer and it would be almost impossible to learn how to be a professional dancer in one week – which was the stipulated deadline for the recruit. I could barely carry myself talk less of doing stunts and whatnot. But if there was anything I had learned in the past year – it was the hard painful truth that I was all alone. I had no mom to call, no dad to bother, and no friend to Scott with, I also had no job and was practically homeless so as insane as this may sound, this was my last chance to turn my messed up life into something well, meaningful. There was one person though, who was an amazing dancer and who I just happened to know, I had a minus one million in one chance that she would agree, but then again, if there's

"Can you explain why you are here?" Rye spat the moment we locked eyes, her lips were curled downwards and she folded her arms around her chest. She glared at me through her long eyelashes and wrinkled her nose in displeasure, her barely packed ponytail and loosely worn pajama pants made it clear that she had hurried come out hereGood. I had riled her up. This was better than I had imagined."I need your help," I said simply – going straight to the point as I had always done ever since I was a child. Rye seemed to find it funny though, her lips curled upwards as she wriggled her lashes at me in what I assumed was disbelief, her heavily medicated glasses sat on her nose, fitting perfectly into her oval face."And why would I help you?" she gritted out in a nasty tone. In reality, she wasn't a nasty person at all, Rye was a kind person who was just unfortunate enough to be raised by the wrong people."Because you don't want me to release this," I said as I waved my phone in her face an

I groaned as sun rays hit my skin. A small wince left my lips as I curled into myself on the ground in the alley where I had slept. My hands wrapped around my body as I tried to feel safe before I coaxed myself to wake up.I was not a morning person. I dragged myself towards a wall and rested on it. My limbs ached and I had this throbbing headache I couldn't get my mind off. Whenever I had headaches like these, it was usually because I had a nightmare during my sleep. But I could never remember it, Today, I did though. Well, not exactly. But you get the point. My nightmares were usually a blur, today they were clear. It consisted of me fighting against a man, he was dressed in black and the moon was out. Derek was laying a few feet away from us, barely conscious. This never felt like a nightmare though. It felt real, so real. I could hear his weak yells for me to run away. His blood casually filled the ground and before I could reach hi