Life was good, until the summer when I was

Life was good, until the summer when I was 13. My parents had sent me to an astronomy school, good for me since I liked astronomy. Just that it held a bad purpose for all kids.

I had been sad for 2 years, so my parents thought I'd be good for me to do something else rather than just lay down

. "LIE down!" my mother corrected me for the millionth time. I dropped back down on my bed, refusing to move. "GET UP!" my dad yelled. I covered my head with my pillow.

"Urgh, will you just DECIDE already?" I yell at m parents. "Do you want me to get out of bed or not?!" I sighed in frustration.

In the end I got so hot & bothered a fire burst out between my covers & I was sheathed in flames. "UURGHHYAA!" I screamed as I jumped out of bed.

And that's how I found my mutant powers. I don't know how that would be useful, but it's fortunate that I get hot & bothered when sweaty people grapple,which is just about everyday

on the buses of Los Angeles. "Please, potato man, struggle with the chubby stuff next to you," I said under my breath, licking my lips with metastasized anticipation. Just when

potatos fell from the sky. Potato man turned his head avoiding eye contact. Him and I knew I was giving him a devilish glare, "N-No! You didn't!" I gasped.

step towards me with a torch raised knife in hand & then trip falling through a grating into a vat of pressed oil from the old mill. As the flames went up he seemed like small fry.