I am going to be posting the pieces of the scrapped series in another piece but decided to post the first chapter and will be posting the first two chapters separately immediately after. It should be close to the main story for anyone is interested in seeing it.

Suspension for Powers

Nigel sat in the uncomfortable chair, as he had for the last hour, glaring at the floor. He took a deep breath, attempting to stay calm.

But Principal Saurbraughten had refused to even let him into the room. Any other kid would have to be scared of what would happen when they entered the threshold that even the KND might not be able to rescue them from.

The principal had poked his head out the door, seen Nigel was the one who'd damaged the lockers, and told him to not even bother getting up, not even when his mom walked in. The boy knew he probably should have been relieved but he knew he was being discriminated against because of his…

Suddenly, an awful smell hit his nose, distracting him from his thoughts. He looked over at the secretary, who was staring fearfully at him. "Do you smell something."

"No," The adult said quietly and poked her head back into the magazine she was holding, although she kept glancing at him in what he was sure she thought was a stealthy manner…even though it totally wasn't.

After a minute of this, he said, "the magazine is in front of you, not over here."

"Right," she said awkwardly.

Nigel gave a huff of annoyance, and the woman wrinkled her nose as she looked down at her book. So she smelled it too. What the heck was it, anyway…

"Ahhh!" Suddenly, he collapsed through the chair he was seated in, the plastic having melted while the frame still remained intact. He sighed on frustration…trying to suppress the urge to just reduce the whole thing to a melted pool of metal and plastic.

As he carefully extracted himself himself out of the ruined…well was the wobbly, uncomfortable thing was probably more aptly described as a mild torture device than a proper piece of furniture to begin with… he looked up to see the secretary watching him with a look of horrified fascination. "You knew, didn't you?" He gave her a glare as he coldly stated, "You sat there, saw my chair melting like so much ice cream on a sunny day and didn't say anything."

The low level villain looked away, looking equal parts scared and embarrassed. She quickly pulled out a magazine and started rifling through the pages.

"If you're going to pretend to ignore me, you could at least look at your distraction right side up."

The woman glanced at him confusedly before realizing her magazine was upside down. "Oh, oops."

"Lady, if you have to get advice on how to act from a KND operative, you might want to consider a new line of work." He moved to the next chair down and sat again.

His mom finally came out a few minutes later, and she had that look where it was clear she was angry but she was trying to hide it because it wasn't at him. "Nigel, would you go get your things out of your locker? We're going home."

From within the room, Saurbraughten called out, "his locker was one of the ones he vandalized."

"Vandalization is when it's on purpose!" Nigel called out and quickly pushed him way out of the second chair, even as he felt it shifting uncomfortably beneath him.

Nigel's mom takes him home, letting him know that she's not upset at him. Later, his parents tell him that he's been suspended from school and banned from school grounds for at least the rest of the year and maybe for all his childhood. They soon find that other schools won't take him either, each with various excuses but ultimately the underlying reason is his fire powers.

His parents start working on homeschooling him and find he excels at it.