Based on a text post on tumblr.

(Lovi's POV)

Hot. Everything is so very hot.

I don't know where to go to escape the heat. It's all around me. I don't know what to do to cool down. I'm scared. I'm terrified. I'm running, coughing, trying to find a way out of the heat.

I scream into the light of the flames, "Mom! Dad! Feli!" I get no reply. I rush through the halls to try to find them, jumping over burning debris.

Something catches my foot and I tumble to the ground. I look up and see nothing but flames and smoke. Everywhere I look, the flames surround me. I can't do anything to stop it. I'm sweating so much, I can hardly see as sweat falls into my eyes. Maybe it's not sweat. Maybe it's my tears. Maybe it's the smoke. I can't tell anymore.

I scream in pain as the flames overtake me. Another voice screams with me. Feli's voice. He's screaming my name.

My eyes fling open to see my twin brother staring at me, terrified. I suck in a deep breath as I sit up. There's no heat around me. No flames. Just Feli.

Our dad comes rushing into our room. He's holding a bat. Once he sees we're not in danger, he sets down the bat and comes over to us. He sees how shaken we are and he holds us tight. I cry into his shoulder.

"I- I- had another nightmare." I cry.

He rocks me gently, "It's okay… It'll get better." He said soothingly, "They'll go away."

It didn't get better.

They didn't go away.

All the time while growing up, I had these nightmares about that night. I was never able to shake them. If I dreamed, it was about fire, smoke, and death. When I grew to be a teen, Dad just told me to get over it. I stopped telling him when I had nightmares. And I stopped screaming while in them. Instead, I cried. When I'd wake up in the mornings, dried tears would still be on my face.

I wasn't able to go to normal school because of this. Dad home-schooled me and Feli. Then we'd go and help him out on the water. He's a fisherman. When we were done working for the day, Feli and I would swim in the ocean for hours. Everyday. The water's peaceful. It's the only place I don't feel the heat.

When I was eating breakfast yesterday, Dad dropped a pamphlet on the table next to me. Written on it with big letters were the words, "Sky High."

"What's this shit?" I asked around cereal.

"You're new school." He replied. "I won't be teaching you anymore. You'll be attending Sky High as a freshman, starting tomorrow."

"Pass." I said, standing up to leave.

"Lovi, this isn't up for debate. You're going. Besides, you have to watch Feli."

I groan in defeat.

That's how I ended up on some freaky-ass bus with some creepy-ass driver. Feli's sitting by the window, I'm by the aisle. Some brunette in front of us turns around, "You're new here, sí?"

"Sí!" Feli says, "I'm Feliciano Vargas, and this is my brother, Lovino."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Antonio. Just a warning, you might want to use those." He pointed to the buckles on the seats that neither me nor Feli bothered to put on. "The ride gets a little crazy."

Feli buckles himself quickly, while I take my sweet-ass time. When I look up from the buckle, I see Antonio's staring at me. "What do you want, bastard?"

He just smiles and says, "Nothing." And turns around.

I roll my eyes and sink back into the bus seat. The bus driver shouts, "Hold on!" and suddenly we're speeding down this dead end. I grip the seat in front of me and scream as the bus jerks into the air. The students around me whoop in joy. I glance over at Feli whose knuckles are turning white from holding his backpack, which sits on his lap, so tight.

And suddenly, we're flying. I stop screaming after a bit, but my grip doesn't loosen. Feli's staring out the window in wonder and shock as we travel higher and higher. When I finally release the chair in front of me, there's burn marks on it. I look down at my hands and sigh.

We approach a school floating in the air. Feli happily claps as the bus lands. Students who can fly and shit are all floating above us, headed to school.

Feli drags me off the bus faster than you can say 'fuck this.' I stare at the school before us, he runs ahead a few steps, before turning to me and saying, "Isn't this great, Lovi? Aren't you excited? We're finally going to a real school!"

A part of me – a small fucking part – is happy to be out of that house, not having to listen to Dad trying to teach us about history. But all I say is, "How the fuck to airplanes not notice this shit?"

Feliciano laughs and leads me into the school.

So, I guess I'll tell you what's going on, since you're probably some powerless idiot who doesn't get it or anything.

My name is Lovino Vergas.

I now go to a high school for superkids.

I can control fire.

And I hate it.