It was pathetic.
Not only was I going to a school where I could hone the powers I hate, but it was filled with bright colored stereotypical students who's tackiness seemed to be even greater when they were able to fly.
This was her first day at the prestigious Sky High? Strange looking teachers and a coach with too small shorts staring at her in dark sunglasses trying to feel important? If you asked her, that man was overcompensating for something.
"Name."
"Emily Perkins."
"Power up." He said in a tone that demanded authority.
"Sorry, but I don't want to." I said humbly, smiling.
The students beneath me gasped dramatically from the gymnasium floor. Maybe Coach Boomer had this big pedestal to feel more important than he actually was, again overcompensating for something.
"Oh, an attitude, huh?"
"No, I just don't really like using my powers. And I'd rather not waste my efforts promoting this sick popularity contest."
"A smart aleck too."
"Listen, how about I tell you about my powers and you can see if you think they're important or not to label me a hero."
"Sure. Shoot." He tilted backwards and crossed his arm as if he was patronizing me.
"I'm a pyrokinetic. I have the ability to manipulate flames into any shape I want. Would you like me to describe how it all works too? Simply put-"
He raised an eyebrow, took a walkie-talkie out of his pocket, and yelled out "flamethrower". Up from who knows where, a giant flamethrower that resembled a bazooka fell into his awaiting hands and he let it fire at me. Notice the pun? Let it "fire" at me? I'm a literary genius, I know it.
Anyway, I screamed, threw out my hands, and the flames turned into a giant lion's head and roared at the stupid egotistical coach. He leaned back slightly to avoid the massive flames and wrote something down as it slowly disappeared.
"Hero." He said simply, as if nothing happened. But things did happen, yes. Now I have a headache from extinguishing the fire before your sorry ass got burned.
I glared at him and stalked back into the crowd, screaming loud obscenities in my head. Seriously, how dare he attack a person with fire who has pyrophobia?
Author's Note: I think I have way too many stories with original characters. But I couldn't help myself. The idea of a pyrokinetic afraid of fire just makes me laugh. It took guts to post it, dude.