A/N: This is my first fic, be nice please!
'Oh my God, Warren I can't believe you gotta go to Sky High! What happened to leaving all that shit behind when your dad went to jail?' Kayla, Warren's oldest friend, slouched in a corner of his room and glowered at the motionless lump opposite her. Warren grunted and rolled over to face her,
'Like I had a choice,' he spat bitterly, 'when my mom saw this.' And at 'this', his arms lit up with flame, illuminating the darkened room. 'Like I said, no choice. Mom wasn't having another super-villain in the family. I shall learn to control my powers and not render them to evil.' Warren screwed up his face in an accurate impression of his mom, super-hero the Lady of Peace.
'Still, you gotta be pissed right? I mean, think what you could do with something like that! Hell, if I could spout flames any old time I wanted you know I'd not be wasting my time in school learning…Mad Science.' she said disdainfully as she dropped his class schedule back on the floor.
'Is your dad Baron Battle?' he snapped as his arms glowed red. Kayla sat quiet. 'I didn't think so. Now get out.' She sat still in the corner of the room.
'Come on Warren, you know you don't really want me to go.'
'I said, get out!' Warren stood up, powered up and threw two fireballs, one after the other straight above her head. She screamed and ran out of the room. As he slumped back on his bed Warren heard her footsteps skid out the front door and winced as it slammed shut. She was the last friend he had from before he turned pyrotechnic and now he'd lost her too. He rolled over with a frustrated growl. He never meant to let these situations get so out of control but somehow it always happened and he always ended up nearly incinerating his friends. Still, he thought, as he lay there staring at the scorch marks he'd left, he couldn't help it. There was so much rage built up inside of him that it just came out through his fists at the slightest provocation. He'd found his powers in a street fight. This guy had tried to mug him and as Warren went to punch him out, this ball of fire had erupted from his fist and almost killed the would-be mugger.
(Next scene)
'Warren? Warren Peace get your butt out of bed right now, you're going to miss the bus!' Warren's mom hollered up the stairs and he groaned. She sure as hell wasn't peaceful when he was late. He rolled off the bed, grabbed a jacket and his bag and wandered downstairs.
'Warren did you sleep in those clothes? They're filthy; you cannot start Sky High dressed like that. Put this on and eat this.' She handed him a clean T-shirt and a bowl of cereal. Mrs, Peace, dressed appropriately in a pale yellow suit, watched her dishevelled son get ready for his first day at the school she'd loved so much. 'Now have you got everything? Books, class schedule, lunch?' She recited the list she had memorised from the first days at the other 12 schools Warren had attended and subsequently been expelled from. He had a bad track record sure but Mrs. Peace smiled her gentil smile and prayed for the best this time. She glanced at her watch, 8.40. 'Warren you are going to be late if you don't get to that bus stop this instant!'