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Carly

  XV

  I would meet Harrison as usual on Mt. Baker.

  Despite us having mastered the rock technique, we still met here. We both found it relaxing and peaceful.

  But not today.

  As I waited for him to show up, I noticed some small explosions of gases. I accidentally walked right into one and inhaled the toxic fumes. It was volcanic gas.

  Quickly, I condensed the water vapor that was being released and sprayed it on the top of the volcano.

  But it wasn’t enough.

  I quickly did the harder task of drawing water out of thin air. I made a lot of water and quenched the lava. But right as it seemed like the match was going in my favor, volcanic gases erupted right in my face.

  I lost control of the water and found myself losing consciousness. I fought with myself to stay awake. But it was a losing battle. The lava bubbled and spat.

  Just as I thought it was over, a person, dressed in black came swooping down. After that there was only darkness.

  I awoke with the sun shining in my face.

  I got up, wondering why I was feeling so achy and tired. Then it all came back to me. The lava battle, the inhalation of the toxic fumes, the flash of blue. And most of all I remembered the cold, uninviting darkness that followed. I shivered as if cold.

  “Carly? Are you alright?” asked the caring voice of Hilde.

  “I’m fine just tired.”

  “Go back to bed then.”

  “I can’t! My mind’s awake, so I’m awake!”

  “Oh. Okay then, if you say so.”

  “I do.”

  “Okay. I’m going out for breakfast so...um...bye?”

  “Bye Hilde!”

  “Bye Carls!”

  I got out my phone and texted Harrison as soon as she had left. My mind was bubbling with ideas. And it wouldn’t settle down.

  Me: Harrison?

  Harrison: Yeah

  Me: Can I go over 2 ur house?

  Harrison: Y

  Me: We need to talk!

  Harrison: OK! B there in 10 mins.

  Me: K! C ya there!

  Harrison: Bye

 

  I went into the kitchen searching for food. I found some bacon and eggs and fried them up. I put some bread in the toaster and was waiting for it to pop out, when papa appeared out of nowhere.

  He observed my meal. “Bacon. Sunny side-up eggs. And slightly buttered toast.”

  I nodded.

  “But one thing is missing.” He said.

  I knew what he meant, but decided to play around a bit. “You know I was just thinking that, Papa!”

  “You were?” He smiled, his eyes twinkling.

  “Yeah! Where’s the hot chocolate?” I asked, using my best acting skills. “I’ve searched high and brøle!”

  “Well you haven’t looked low enough you cheeky little gjøre klovnestreker!”

  “Papa! I’m not a monkey!” I complained.

  Papa laughed. He opened the bottom cupboard and pulled out some white-hot chocolate. My favorite.

  But instead of handing it over, he waved over my head in a mocking manner.

  “What’s the magic word?”

  “Please!!! Papa! Give it!”

  Papa smiled and handed it over. I scooped two teaspoons of the cocoa powder and stirred it into a milky mixture.

  I hated cocoa with water. It either made it tasteless or too watery.

  It was ironic that I could control water, but didn’t like water in my most favorite drink.

  “Yum… Smakfull! Delicious!”

  I settled back eating and drinking my breakfast, while watching ‘So You Think You Can Dance?’ I sighed with content, enjoying the thick richness of the milky chocolate. Harrison could wait a few extra minutes, if it meant savoring this delicious, one-of-a-kind flavor. The whole world could wait for all I care!

  I walked into Harrison’s driveway and nodded to the guards. I had come here for almost five years, so the guards knew me pretty well.

  I rung the doorbell and patiently waited for someone to answer.

  Harrison’s Mum answered.

  “Hi Carly!”

  “Hi Mrs. White!”

  “Well, come on in! It’s pretty chilly today.”

  I hadn’t felt the cold, but I realized that even before I had my powers, Mrs. White always seemed to feel the cold.

  I found this amusing.

  “Is Harrison here?”

  “He’s upstairs getting dressed.” She told me. “You could wait here if you like.”

  “Thanks!”

  “Have you eaten yet?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want a drink?” She asked hopeful that I would announce my quest to quench this thirst that had haunted me for generations to past.

  “Umm...yes please!”

  “What would you like?” She asked. “We have tea, coffee, juice, hot chocolate, mil-”

  I interrupted her. “Hot chocolate! Uhh...I meant hot chocolate would be great thanks!” Mrs. White made the best hot chocolate ever! And she put water in her hot chocolate! And it was still perfect!

  Mrs. White left to go and make the hot chocolate.

  Just as Harrison came downstairs.

  “So why the special occasion?” He asked. getting straight to the point.

  “I wanted to thank you for yesterday.” I told him, shyly.

  “What for?” He asked stupidly.

  I looked around. “For saving my life! What else?”

  “Umm...Carls, I didn’t save your life.”

  “What!” I said, struggling to keep my voice down.

  But just as he was about to respond, Mrs. White came in.

  “Harrison sit on the couch or not at all!” She reprimanded him. I loved the way that she didn’t pretend to be a perfect little family in front of everyone.

  Harrison sighed, getting off the arm of the couch and sitting on the couch.

  “There! That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

  “No mum.”

  “Good! Now I’ll leave you to alone.”

  “Thanks for the hot chocolate Mrs. White!” I called, as she left the room.

  “Anytime Carly!” She flashed me a perfect white smile, which looked stunning against her dark skin.

  I sipped the hot chocolate and for one moment I was in heaven. “Smakfull!” I said.

  “What was that?” Asked Harrison.

  “Oh. It was just delicious in Norwegian.” I told him, half-heartedly.

  “I thought my mum’s hot chocolate was delicious worldwide not just in Norway!” He said, attempting a joke.

  “Har. Har. You’re hilarious.” I told him sarcastically.

  “Thank you very much!” He said, bowing. “Now anyways Carls, I didn’t save you last night. I was exhausted and fell asleep before everyone else. I’m really sorry!”

  “It’s OK.” I told him.

  I finished my hot chocolate in silence.

  I walked home, pondering over my mysterious savior, who, apparently, could fly!

  It was a mystery straight from Nancy Drew!