I thought this school was supposed to be showing me how to control my powers. Not just throwing new problems in my face like what's the square root of a triangle! As long as this assignment does not catch fire like the one last week did then I should be good. The look on Professor Munroe's face when I showed her the ashes... Yeah, let's not do that again. I do not even know what happened. One minute I'm stretching and then it's like a mini-flaming meteor shower.
Let's just put this assignment on my desk and pick it up right before I leave tomorrow for school. The less I see of it, the better. Anyway it's time for sleep.
Buzz...Buzz...Buzz
"Ugh..hello"
"John! Where are you? Class starts in 10 minutes."
"What? My alarm did not go off!"
"Didn't you set it on fire after you woke up late last week?"
Click
Truth is I did remember. I seriously thought those things were built more resistant to fire. Oh well. It looked pretty cool to see it spark everywhere. But how could I forget to buy a new one? I literally made a list of things I need to buy. It's not like my list ended up on fi... never mind.
I knew I was screwed but maybe rushing to class and having my homework done and physically there would net me some brownie points. Shower, check. Get dressed, done. There's not going to be much time to eat and get to class so let's just grab a pop tart and cook it on the way there while we run. Okay so maybe these powers aren't bad after all.
Twelve minutes it took to get me to class. Not a personal record but I'll take it given the context. Pop tarts I can snack on right now too since they're nice and toasty. Today seems like it may be going... where's my homework?
Oh c'mon! *bangs fist on desk causing flames to spew in random directions*
Well now my pop tart is on fire (not exactly the toasty I wanted), Professor Munroe looks mad, Kitty just had a flame shoot through her which is making Bobby look pissed too, and my homework is not here. Yeah... this sucks.
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