"Dash! Stop it!" I yelled, rolling my eyes. He had run through my room, grabbed my suit, and was modeling it in front of my mirror. I swear he never grew up at all! Even after all these years he was still the same annoying twerp who looks at a mechanical talking bird that's asking for identification while we're supposed to be hiding and thinks cool!

He zoomed back up to me, and tossed the suit on my bed. I looked up from my book.

"When are the new kids getting here?" he asked impatiently. Actually let me correct that last statement, he asked normally. Dash is never patient.

"Why?" I asked warily, the school I had opened was new, designed for 'gifted' students. And if Dash was going to torment the new students I would never get anymore!

"I figured I'd give them a nice warm welcome." He grinned mischievously, and disappeared. I considered going after him, but thought better of it. He might let it go if didn't think he was getting to me. I have learned something from living with him for 26 years.

I looked back at my life with my brother and felt like laughing, or screaming. We had always lived together, from the day he was born when I was three to now, when we both taught at the school I had founded. He was still the annoying brat I hated, but would jump in front of a bullet for anyway.

Dash's question had reminded me, the new students would be arriving tomorrow at nine. This would be the second year the school had been in operation, and we had a system halfway in place.

Dash was in charge of PE classes, which doubled as power training for people with physical powers, like Lily from last year's sophomore class who could glaze her skin over with metal when she focused. Gazer-Beam's son, Carl Daniels was in charge of classes like history and English for the whole school. Frozone handled science and math classes; he was especially good with chemistry. I was in charge of our main focus class, power training. The only students that weren't enrolled in my class were Lily and a boy named Riley in senior year who could shape-shift, not as powerful as Jack-Jack, but he still turned into a pretty huge sentient rock.

Jack-Jack was actually enrolled to begin this year. I tried to view him objectively, just like any other student, but he was my little brother after all. He would be enrolled in my class despite his power being physical, but he would be enrolled in my smallest class. Psychic Powers 101, designed for the unstable ones, or ones with enough power that they need to be even more stable. Jack-Jack falls into the latter category, he will be joining my two other unstable students, Madi and James.

James was difficult to have around m school because he couldn't control the fires he set and caused a lot of damage. Madi on the other hand was wonderful for the campus, she had the ability to effect plant's growth. When she was happy the entire campus was in bloom, but I had to be careful not to put her near James too much because if he set fire to one of her plants the entire campus would turn on him until he burnt the trees and such. The weird thing about Madi though, was that when she didn't mean for things to happen they were out of control, but during class when I asked her to make a tree grow or something she was always incapable of doing it.

I truly designed the school for the unstable ones, the rest would be alright in normal schools and could have their parents help them get better with their powers, but my unstable class gets dumped here by parents who don't know what to do. They have the greatest chance of becoming villains out of my classes.

I would like to think of Jack-Jack as the exception to that rule, but lately his powers have been growing exponentially and he doesn't seem in control anymore. Over the summer he had gone into one of his most basic shapes- the fire-monster he learned as a baby, and ended up setting the entire picnic ground he was at on fire. It was going to be difficult to help him and not let him know I think he's unstable, especially when Mom and Dad call us off campus for an emergency.

I sighed; I would deal with that when it happened. It had been a long day it was time I went to sleep. I looked around the room as I went to turn off the lamp and realized how much of a mess it was. Maybe now would be a good time to try out my latest idea.

I focused on my force fields and the open door, creating layer after layer of fields behind the door until it slowly swung shut. I would need to practice the speed at which I could do things, but it seemed to work. I eyed the papers around the room, and decided against doing them the same way; I'd probably send them flying out a window.

*Next day, 8:55*

I surveyed my teachers; they all stood in a line on the sidewalk looking very neat. Except Dash, who had run off before I had managed to catch him. The bus should be here any minute. I caught my reflection in a puddle and pulled the stray pieces of hair in my eyes back, I wanted to present a professional look for the first day.

Suddenly Dash flew by, splashing the water up at my face. I deflected it with a small purple force field, but it had been close.

"They're just around the corner guys!" he yelled.

"Calm down Dash, we're supposed to be their teachers, not their, uh-" I thought about how do describe his unprofessional air, "cheerleaders!"

"Chill sis! I'll be very stiff and formal when they arrive." He pulled up into a mock salute.

I rolled my eyes. I wrenched my neck around, trying to see the bus, but I saw something completely different. I saw a hunk of flaming metal flying down the road. Oh crap.

"Frozone!"