The Other Side

For her, it was the fire. For him, it was the voices. Ella and Kade. They thought they were safe. That they were normal. They were totally unaware of one another's presence until fate had to draw them together. In each other's eyes they are strangers. But in another reality they are more than friends. It's just too bad they can't remember any of it. Now they both face an impending doom from group of powerful people trying to kill them. At the same time trying to figure out what got them into this mess in first place. But the answer may prove to be more terrifying than the question. Who are they?

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1. Chapter 1- Women of Fire

‘There’s no new beginning. No second chance.’

-Rosamund Lupton

 

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ELLA

 

 

The unforgiving sun threw shards of light onto my face. I tilted my head up in exhaustion from the summer heat. Gosh! It’s so hot! Even in the conservatory, the temperature was rocketing high, passing 30 degrees.

 

“It’s a freakin’ furnace in here!” exclaimed my best friend Georgia. She lay beside me on the wooden floor, in her red tank top and white shorts. She had her arms outstretched - a gesture of surrender against the heat of the sun, and her face was upturned towards the light. Her head lay in a fray of short, tangled, ginger hair.

 

“I know.” I sighed croakily. My throat was dry.

 

“There is no way I’m going to school tomorrow.” She lied.

 

“Me neither.” I said.

 

We both continued to lie on the ground, bodies splayed out on the carpet. We were two eighteen year-olds, about to take our final exams for school. After that - I sighed to myself - the world would be our canvas, we would be able to do whatever and go wherever. Georgia had claimed she was going to travel across the globe to stalk Taylor Lautner, the celebrity crush she had obsessed over since our first year. Realistically though, I had applied to study medicine at university.

 

“Any news from your people yet?” Georgia asked.

 

She was asking about UCL. I had sent out my application a few weeks ago, but they had failed to answer. After weeks of waiting, I had received nothing but a heatwave in my hometown, instead of a response in the post.

 

“No, what about Lautner?” I teased.

 

Georgia rolled her eyes at me.  Just then, the conservatory door slid open.  Two figures stood in the doorway, my parents – Annabel and David Moore

 

“Hi mum,” I said.

 

The woman with plump, dark skin beamed a knowing smile in my direction. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, and her summer dress was covered sweat patches. It proved to be hotter outside than in. She briskly took off her sunglasses revealing two wrinkled yet healthy eyes gazing charmingly at the two girls spread on the floor.

 

“Good afternoon Mrs Moore,” said Georgia.

 

“Hello dear, I didn’t know you were coming today,” my mum chimed, half-surprised yet seemingly amused.

 

“Afternoon girls,” a taller broader figure stood behind my mum. He poked his head out from behind, revealing the face of my dad. Over khaki shorts, he wore a vest exposing his sweaty, shiny arms and legs. His already dark face had darkened more in the heat, and he shamelessly revealed the ridiculous tan mark left by wearing his own sunglasses.

 

Georgia noticed this too, and stifled a laugh.

 

“I forgot to tell you, Georgia and I are studying for tomorrow’s exam,” I said. It was like Georgia to come over unexpectedly, but usually when my parents were out. This was still their house. I sighed silently and gazed at the ceiling. Sooner or later, I would be out of this place, free to live wherever I liked, and finally out of Wetton town!

 

“That’s fine,” my mum replied. “Your dad and I are off to visit a friend. We just dropped by to check on you. We’ll be back soon.”

 

As soon as I heard the door close, I ushered Georgia to her feet.

 

“What?” she moaned.

 

“Did you not hear what I told them? We have an exam to study for.”

 

“Does that mean I can copy your notes?”

 

I rolled my eyes. “No.”

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