A/N: thank you to TopazSoarhire and Darkest Diary 4 ur comments as critical as TopazSoarhire's comments was- I found them EXTREMELY useful XD think I've been able 2 make the correct amendments to this chapter? I'll try and do the same for CH 1 soon

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PS- I made a MASSIVE mistake P I put up chapter 3 for chapter 2 blush damnit…

Meetings

Honey left me at the opening of the gym, saying she'd come check on me at break if I didn't end up in her class. I hoped I was, it would mean I could be antisocial to everyone else with a good reason, and she could talk for me.

"Are you Hero or Sidekick?" I asked.

"Hero," She made a face, "but I don't like it. Sidekicks are nicer… but they're scared of me coz I'm hero. So there's very little I can do…"

"What's wrong with Hero?" completely oblivious to how this school's hierarchy was set out. I knew of conventional schools usual business, can't be too different to the English way. But a Super school? Nope, completely lost me.

"You'll see," she sighed, "and with you being a fire elemental, they'll stick you in hero just because they wouldn't be able to control you in Sidekick."

"They won't be able to control me anyway," I grinned, sadly, "I'll catch'a later."

"Definitely."

She turned round and walked away down the hall. I turned to face the doors and pushed them open. The doors swung open to revel everyone already there and the first person having just been tested (Sidekick, never did catch the power).

They all turned to look at me. They were all a lot younger.

"Hey," I muttered, walking in pulling my cap low over my eyes.

"MISS SANDERSON I PRESUME!" yelled a loud voice, I looked up at the teacher. Who was… well… huge.

"Yeah, who wants to know?" I snarled at him.

His face went purple. "I WILL NOT HAVE NEWBIE STUDENTS TALK TO ME-"

"Bloody hell," I complained loudly, "what is it with you American supers and calling me newbie. The name is PANDORA. But you, Mr. shouty can call me Sanderson."

Mutters started up between the surrounding students. It appeared that no one spoke to this teacher in such a fashion. I really didn't care, I don't like teachers much. And shouting ones annoy me. It was time he learned who was really in charge anyway.

"SANDERSON, COME UP HERE."

"SIR YES SIR!" I responded mockingly coming up to the platform, marching irritatingly. A snicker went round.

"YOU ARE TO REPORT TO PRINCIPAL POWERS OFFICE."

"You called me up here for that…" I stated blankly, "couldn't you have told me from over there. Waste of time, old man, total waste of freaking' time."

Before he could say anything, I turned and walked off the stage and found the quickest route out of the gym. Mr. Shouty had already called up another student.

"Oh and Mr. Shouty?" I called, "wandering what my power is?"

He looked confused.

Again I smirked, and allowed fire to ignite beneath the stage, and start licking upwards, straining towards mr. Shouty. They were warm, but they were harmless. However, he didn't need to know that. Just as his purple face looked rather panicked, I felt for water in the air around, used heat to condense it, and splashed it as if from no where on the fire, dousing the flames. And soaking the teacher.

Oh how sweet showing off can be… I am not shy about my powers. I'm just not big on always showing off.

But there are times when it's simply just needed.

I swept out of the room and stopped dead.

I had no idea where I was meant to go.

This was not fun.

"You have no idea where to go, do you." The voice was confident, sly, and very american.

"No," I shrugged, standing stock still, "gonna tell me?"

"I doubt it," the voice smirked. It was male. "I couldn't get anything out of it."

"Might mean that I won't drown you," I snarled nastily, turning round, releasing some water, and manipulating it to build up round the kid's legs, up to his knees. At that point he could have easily pushed his way out of it, but it was the surprise that got to him. I don't think many people showed their powers off like that.

"You a wannabe villain or something?" he asked through gritted teeth, curling his fists up angrily. Then looked up at me directly, "or are you influenced by elders…"

I raised my eye brows, and drained the water back into my system. "If you are implying my parents- god only knows," I shrugged, "as for villain?" I smirked. "That's yet to be seen to. Now where's principal Power's office, or do you want me to fry you?" I allowed a ball of fire to consume my hand. Hot fire. Thanks to my invulnerability, I don't know the extent of it, it didn't hurt.

His eyes widened. "Oh God… another pyrokinetic… Peace should be happy."

Peace… there's that name again. Was he famous or something?

'Super school's version of a jock,' I reasoned quietly.

"Yeah- Pyrokinetics tend to have a nasty tempers, now if you don't mind," I snapped my flaming fist up to his surprisingly cute face, "where's the principal's office?"

He rolled his eyes, and moved my hand away, shakily from the wrist, and nodded at me to follow him. I smiled a little too sweetly at him, and followed him, keeping quiet.

He didn't even bother trying to talk to me, for which I was glad. I was thinking over my day in the new school so far. Seemed quite interesting. And I had already managed to get on the bad side of the most annoying teacher here. So far, that is.

I didn't pay attention to where we were going, so the next thing I knew the kid was telling me we had arrived at the principal's office.

"Cool," I said simply. I put a hand on the door as the boy started to leave, then stopped and turned. "What's your name?"

"Huh…?" the boy seemed confused, he stopped and looked back too.

"Name… yours… what is it?"

"Lash," he shrugged.

"Thanks Lash."

I turned back to the door and pushed it open, stepping into the surprisingly cold office.

Frowning, I let the fire in my body heat it up. I did not like being cold.

"Pandora Sauderson," said a calm voice. Female, cool and collected. Evidently a woman who was used to being in control. Someone I'd either hate, or I'd come to admire. I don't like authority.

"Yeah," I replied, peering round the room.

I located her next to a cabinet, peering at a file. Mine probably. She had dark hair, kindly almost motherly features. She was oddly beautiful for an older woman, but it was still there. She reminded me a lot of Wander Woman for some reason, but I didn't mention it.

She glanced up. "Pyro and aquatickinetic, quite unusual. I wish I knew who your parents are."

"Makes one of us," I pulled a stick of gum out of my pocket and unwrapped it.

"You don't want to find out?"

I looked up at her, meeting her brown eyes directly. She wasn't even startled by the colour of my eyes, which was unusual.

"I was found in a dumpster," I told her simply. I knew that was all that needed to be said.

My biological parents left me in a rubbish heap. Goes to show what they thought of me. So I really didn't care much for them.

She smiled kindly. Not pityingly, kindly. I wasn't expecting that. I stuck the gum in my mouth to cover up for my surprise.

She looked back to the file. "It says here that you have an issue with controlling your temper."

"Mmmhmm," I agreed.

"That you almost burnt down the whole school."

"Mmmhmm." What it didn't say, and what I could not be bothered to mention was that I also stopped the blaze within five minutes and controlled it almost immediately to stop it from spreading to another building.

"You also flooded the cafeteria and bath rooms."

"Yep." The dinner ladies started calling me a freak because a friend crept up on me, making me cause a small fire, which I put out immediately. So I flooded the place when it was just the dinner ladies.

They were never in any danger, I just scared them.

A lot.

"You argue back to your teachers."

"Yeah." Only if I thought they were in the wrong and I felt that I wasn't being listened to.

"You keep getting detention like it doesn't matter to you."

"Yep." To be honest they didn't. I got detention out of principal by the end of it. So I gave up trying not to. I barely attended them.

"You did well in most subjects, but sometimes you just refused to try."

I shrugged. I didn't really have an answer for that.

"Do you have anything to say about that?" she frowned.

"Yeah," I said immediately, she brightened slightly, "you gonna tell me that I can't come to the school because of it?"

She frowned slightly. "You do realise your guardians-"

"Parents," I interrupted.

"Sorry?"

"Parents. Jake and Lucia Sanderson are my parents." My stare was stoney.

She nodded graciously and came to lean against her desk. She moved almost like a cat, her pencil skirt completely unruffled, as was her blazer. "Your parents have told me what your old school failed to include in the file."

Confusion crossed my face.

"How you saved the school from being burnt down, three times. Only once was your fault. Though they believed it was you two of those times. And that you didn't take the glory for saving the school the third time." I shrugged, looked at the floor, crossing my arms. "The cooks? Teasing you? You scared them terribly you know."

"That was the point," I snarled.

"And yet they were not so scared that they did not return to work within three days of the incident."

"I didn't want them to need psychological help," I pointed out, "I'm not heartless."

"There's a lot more to you than reaches the eye," stated Powers, "in your state… with your history you are right on the line of villain and hero. You could be tipped either way. And the way you are tipped will have a strong super in the hands."

"I know," I mumbled, looking up at her, "but maybe I just wanna be inactive? Live a quiet life."

She started laughing to herself. "I won't tell you that you're a Super, it's in the blood to want a life full of action. But you… you're attitude, you're past, you personality. A quiet life is not part of the agenda with you, Pandora."

I let a crooked smile slip. She was perceptive. This authority figure I knew I could and would respect. Not necessarily obey. But I already respected her immensely.

"You do know you'll be put under the Heroes line?"

I nodded, not wanting to scowl.

Reaching into the file she pulled out my timetable and locker number. I walked over to take it from her.

Before she let go, she studied my face, wanderingly. "Be careful, Pandora. Make friends with those who you believe to be loyal, you don't trust easily. I don't want to see you hurt."

I was stunned by her words. But I nodded. "Yes principal Powers," I agreed respectfully taking the timetable, and leaving the room.

I swallowed hard. I hoped not all the teachers knew of my troubles in my last school, they wouldn't all be so understanding.