Hi again! I realize that I was spelling Brittany like Brittney, sorry I'm just use to spelling it like that. Also, the other characters will come into this, but I'm just trying to build it up so please wait. BTW I have no idea how to use this website. Thanks for reading!:)

Quinn looked from me to my hands then back to me. Her eyebrows were knitted together in confusion as she opened her mouth to say something then quickly closed it.

"So, you're telling me that you can make fire come from your hands," she points to my hands which were held out in front of me, "and it doesn't burn you?" Quinn shifts from one foot to the other the crosses her hands over her chest.

"Yeah. No wait, it hurts like hell before they go on fire." I wave my hands in the air as if they are magic. A smile breaks across her face and a laugh bubbles from her chest.

"Okay then show me."

"It only happens when I'm angry." I say remembering the hatred I felt before they began burning. I quickly add on "I think." Just in case.

"So when you get angry you start to hulk out and then fire magically appears from your hands." She laughs as if I just told her the funniest joke ever. When she looks up at me I have a serious look on my face. "Well then get angry."

I look around Quinn's room and try to make myself angry. Her bed is still unmade from this morning and there are pillows lying on the ground next to her desk. I think of my mom and she has never been there for me, but that only makes me sad and not angry.

"I can't right now, but-" I pause thinking of a way that I could prove it to her. Looking down at my hands I can see the small circle with three lines across the middle on the side. "Look at this." I hold my hand up showing her the mark.

"Yeah it's your tattoo that you got without me."

"No it's not. I never got a tattoo. This showed up on my hand last night when I was in your bathroom." I run my finger over the symbol. I wonder what it means. "Oh and this," I say pulling out my phone, "Yesterday when I was talking to you on the phone my fingers must have burnt through the plastic cover."

Once again, Quinn's eyebrows drew together. She reached out and touched the melted plastic. Her eyes meet mine. "You're serious?" I nod my head in response. "I don't know," she says, "I don't think I'll believe you until I see it." I nod my head again understanding her. I probably wouldn't trust someone who says they have fire coming out of their hands.

I read the digital clock on Quinn's nightstand. It's a little after 2pm. We decide to go to the mall to get lunch and walk around for a while.

"So saying you really did have weird ass fire hands, what would you do about it?" Quinn asks as we walk into one of my favourite book stores. I had started reading when I was fourteen and hadn't stopped since. Quinn had always loved reading ever since I first met her.

"I haven't really thought about that yet." I say truthfully. "What do you think I should do?" I think of myself trying to fight off bad guys with my new found power and it's kind of hard to imagine.

"Well you defiantly shouldn't tell many people. Movies have taught us that much." I laugh in response. People would probably try to cut me apart in an underground super secret layer.

I look at a few of the books on a shelf as Quinn moves on. Her bag makes a table wobble and ten everything turns into slow motion. The book begins falling to the ground, but it feels as though I have all the time in the world to catch it and when I do, I set it back to where it was.

Quinn looks up at me in disbelief. "Okay whoa." She says. "Did you get super fast reflexes with your fire hands?" She said it as if it was a joke, but could see a small hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Neither of us spoke for a few seconds until we heard a high pitch voice call over to us. I roll my eyes and turn to face her.

"What do you want, Jessica?" I looked over at the girl. She was average height with light brown hair. A handbag hung from around her arm along with several other bags.

"I just wanted to ask Quinn how Mr Rivers is," Her eyes moved from me to Quinn as she continued, "You know, with all that extra credit and stuff."

I could see Quinn tense beside me. She hates when Jessica brings that up. "Don't worry," I say into her ear, "You know it's not true."

I look back to the brunette and walk slightly closer to her. "You do realize that by making up a lie it can be considered a sin?" I stop when I get an arm's length away from her. "And we both know what God says about sins." The smirk from Jessica's face drops slightly.

She turns on her heels and struts away, defeated.

I look back to Quinn and put my hand on her shoulder. "Don't listen to her," I say and she looks up to me. "She's just some bitch that saw us talking to Mr Rivers outside of school and assumes the worst." The reason that Quinn spends time with him outside of school is that she was having trouble with the theory part of technology and Mr Rivers offered to tutor her. They are really close, but only in a friendly way.

"Come on, let's go home.

We sit in Quinn's kitchen, looking at websites that try to explain what is happening to me.

"I swear to God Britt, if you are just messing with me I'm going to be so pissed." I laugh lightly and click on another link. So far we have found out nothing.

"Q, I promise." I say while stretching my arms over my head and standing up. "I'm getting a soda, want one?" She hums in response, something she always does when concentrating. Because we have known each other so long it's normal to just make ourselves at home in the others house. Quinn's parents have always been amazing to me. They almost feel like my real parents.

I wonder over to the fridge and feel a cool breeze when I open it. As I reach in to grab two cans of sprite, something catches my eye on the bench and I get an idea.

I set the cans next to Quinn and go towards the lit candle. It was a scented one that was supposed to smell like cinnamon, but it really just smelt like a normal candle. The small flame flickered as I came closer to it. If when my hands go on fire and it doesn't burn, does that mean this won't burn?

I pushed my hand closer to the small flame until I could feel the heat emitting from it. Just do it. I thought. What's the worst that can happen? Actually, a lot could happen if I put my hand in fire.

I inch my fingers closer, about to touch it when, "Hey Britt, look at this!" My head swings around to look at Quinn. She is focusing on something on the laptop. Just as I begin to walk over to her, I turn to see the candle. My eyes widen in surprise. A ball of fire is sitting in the palm of my hand. Like last time, it has a blue centre.

"Um, Quinn..." I say trying to make her see the fire. Once again, she hums in response. "Quinn look." She slowly moves her eyes from the screen to my hand. Her mouth hangs slightly open and she stands up opposite me.

"No way." She studies my hand in way like she still doesn't believe me. "How did you do that? I thought you needed to be angry?"

"I have no idea; all I did was touch the flame on the candle." I answer. I feel no pain at all this time. It actually feels like my hand is floating. Tingles run the whole way through my arm and to the tips of my fingers. "Do you believe me now?" I smirk.

"Totally, but how do you put it out?" My smirk drops. Shit. I didn't think of that. It normally would just die out. I wiggle my fingers, trying to make something happen. No luck. When I move my hand up and down, it still stays there. "Try making a fist." Quinn suggests. I fingers curl into a fist and I hold it there for a few seconds. When I open it, there is no fire.

I smile to Quinn and she returns it. Now all I have to do is figure out how to make the fire appear on its own without getting angry.