Chapter 3: What Happens When You Combine a Pissed-Off Teen and Fire?

A/N:

Favorite part of this was actually when I showed this to my sister, and she replied to the question, "an arsonist". Not exactly what I had in mind, but on with the show!

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If you could see my day on a scale from 'hellhole' to 'just like heaven'; the day would be a hellhole. Everyone keeps talking about what happened this morning with Liam, and Ava only helped fuel the fire, everyone now keeps at least ten feet away from me, always looking at me in disdain, anger, or fear.

Well, except for a select few, Cora is a given, she wouldn't leave me out to dry. But also my two other friends, Katelyn, and Jax. While Cora and I are more on the nerdy creative side, Kate and Jax are full-on performing arts. Jax is a musician and a dancer; Kate does musical theatre, so she is the complete package. But all of us are still nerds that don't have much in this school but each other.

But anyway, after English was Math then Theatre, both of which had someone trying to lose my temper, but at least Jax and Kate were there to stop me. Now of course is that fun part of the day, lunchtime. Where everyone gets to hang out with friends, and also when you're more vulnerable to tyranny. Especially when most of the tyrants are in the same room.

Walking in to see Liam and Ava isn't a pretty sight, especially when they have their support system, the two main offenders here, Connor and Emily. Connor is somewhat like Mason but still has some brain in his head. While Emily is the Gretchin Weiners when it comes to her relationship with Ava. Nevertheless, I manage to make it out unscathed to a table in the back with Cora, Jax, and Kate.

"So, how's the day going so far?" Jax asks, Cora slaps him on the arm as I start to rub my eyes.

"Wrong time, wrong place J," Kate says, glaring at him.

"Sorry just, Dawn if you want to get something off of your chest your ok to do it," Jax said reaching out to touch my hand. But then immediately recoil when he makes contact. "Did you get sunburned over the summer?"

"No, my hands are fine, and your the second to do this, my skin isn't that hot!" I say touching my skin, without it burning, not even the slightest sting. "But, yea I do want to vent" they all turn to me, concerned yet intrigued.

"I don't even know why this is happening, all I want to do this year is finish some of my graduation credit, and overall not have anything drastic happen, but it seems like life just wants to throw everything I want out of the window," I exclaim, my head lowering to the table, my chin resting on it. "Why did this have to happen? Why is this happening to me?"

"Because of what you are," a voice resonates from behind us, rolling my eyes I turn to see their Majesties in all their glory.

"Ava, glad to see you here in one piece, how was the Dean's office?" Cora asks smirking at them. But she gets ignored as Ava stares at me as if looking into my soul.

"Did you honestly think that what you've done in years past has gone forgotten?" Ava snaps her fingers as Jax, Kate, and Cora get pulled to their feet, and away from me. "What any of you did?" Ava steps closer to me, I feel my heart beating hard in my chest as if trapped in a cage and trying to get out.

"You thought you could come here and undermine my power, to undermine the system in place? This is what keeps the school functioning, knowing that there is a way of things around here," she smirks as my friends are being handled, as if ready for command.

"A system?" I ask her. "A system where you just happen to be at the top?" her smirk falls as I get pushed up against the wall.

"Now you listen, you little b*tch, I told you then that I would make your life a living hell, and now it's time to start," Ava's smirk returns, as she snaps her fingers, and the torture begins, my friends being slapped and pushed, kicked and punched. I try to drown out the sound, but it keeps coming back.

"Stop this, Ava STOP THIS!" I shout at her, but that only seems to make them work harder. The images of my friends being beaten and their faces in agony imprint itself into my mind. I sink, trying to drown it out. But nothing works. But, I feel it deep something, deep inside. I open my eyes and stand up.

"Ready for round 2?" Ava asks my friends, try weakly to escape. But I know I have to do this.

"No," I say, stepping closer to her.

"Suit yourself, get ready," they start to aim. But I'm quicker to react.

"I don't mean continue," I say, my chest rising and falling, slowly starting to gain speed.

"But then, what do you mean?" she smirks and turns around, but when she sees me, she stops. Her face loses color as she takes a step back.

"I mean, let my friends go, and then we can go our separate ways," I feel a burning sensation behind my eyes, it feels painful, but also good. But, Ava still has some shred of dignity.

"And what if I say no?" she starts getting closer, the fire behind my eyes start to sting more as she gets closer.

"Then I'll persuade you," I whisper, but at that, she just laughs, then turns back around.

"I don't think you can sweetheart, continue," she starts to walk off.

"Let them go," my voice cuts through. I feel her smirk as she turns around.

"I don't think I will," my friends are placed down for beating, but now the fire starts to burn.

"I said," everyone stops and looks at me, their faces pale and eyes filled with fear. "Let them GO!" a shockwave seemed to have hit everyone in that vicinity, as my friends start to crawl away. Everyone looks at me in shock until... the fire alarm goes off. Everyone starts getting out of the cafeteria, and I'm one of the last to leave. I go to the back to see my friends trying to stand up.

"Are you guys ok?" I ask as they notice my presence.

"A little beaten up, but overall ok," Jax says, a small smile on his face.

"After the evacuation, I'll take you all to the Nurses' office," they nod as we leave the building, but Cora seems to be lagging.

"Cora, is something wrong? I ask, but she looks at me in confusion and fear.

"I saw you" she spits out. "When you and Ava were fighting, I saw you," she whispered, visibly shaking.

"You seemed different, calmer, more dangerous," her breathing starts to quicken. "And your eyes, I could see fire, a fire behind those orange eyes," a few tears fall on her face. I try to hug her from the side but she flinches and steps away, joining the other two. Could it be true what she said, that I had a literal fire in my eyes and that my eyes weren't gray, but bright orange? I don't know, she's was probably seeing things. I just think that I was able to scare away some jocks and b*tches because they were too scared to face conflict. Right?

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The evacuation didn't last as long as I thought. Sooner or later I was in my last class of the day, but surely I would make it through my last class, go home, and have no problems. But oh boy was I wrong. The classroom phone rang while everyone was working on an assignment, the teacher goes to pick it up and talks to the other line for a few minutes. Well, some lucky soul gets to leave early.

"Ms. Green, get your things, you're leaving early," well, guess I'm the lucky soul. I put together my things and get my homework from the teacher, then go to the front office.

To find my mother standing there, with a rare look on her face, unbridled anger. As I approach, she grips my wrist like an iron chain and drags me out of the building.

The car as we ride home is filled in silence and tension so hard it could make the strongest metals snap in half. When we reach the house, she slams her door and drags me out of mine and into the house.

"What happened at school?" she turns to me, I've never seen her so frazzled. Her normal calm composure was near manic as I stand in shock. "What is this about you being in fights? And a fire breaking out?" she looks at me accusingly. I start to back off with my hands in the air.

"Mother, I know what you heard, but the fights weren't started by me, I only fought when I had to, and the fire? The fire wasn't my fault, the fire alarm just went off, it didn't have anything to do with me!" I say, trying to escape to my room. But my mother starts to get more deranged, her hands wringing her hair, then rubbing her eyes as if she hasn't slept in weeks.

"I just want to know that you're safe and out of trouble," she then comes and hugs me, awkward I pat her on the back until she releases me. "Alright, now, you start on homework, I have some calls I need to make," she walks out of the room, leaving me dazed and confused.

Slowly, I trudge up the stairs to my desk and open my backpack and pull out some of my work, and set it down. Grabbing a pencil from a coffee cup and place it down on the papers and write my name. I slowly go through my notes and answer questions, but my mind always seems to focus on the events of today.

Why would Ava target me now? And more importantly, why was Mother worried about it? But the one thing that stuck in my mind was what Cora said; "You seemed different, calmer, more dangerous/ Your eyes, I could see fire, a fire behind those orange eyes". Could that be what Mother is worried about? Maybe, but right now she knows I'm safe. I can't be dangerous right? Right?

"No, I'm just normal," I say to myself, continuing the labor of school.

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Oh, darling if only you knew I look at her through her door. When I was told of what was happening at the school, I panicked. I pulled her out of class and straight home. I know she can get angry, but her anger can lead to harmful things, especially when she knows what she capable of. I walk through the hall, down 2 flights of stairs until I reach the basement. Heading directly to the back of the large room, I open the door to an old dusty room.

"I never thought I'd have to use this for a while," I whisper, taking an old bowl off of a shelf and mixing a few liquids. While chanting the ancient words. Until I see a circle of blue light in front of me.

"Speak your purpose" A voice calls from the other side.

"I wish to speak to the king" I reply.

"Who is this who speaks" By Miraila they love being complicated.

"Queen Kirana, I wish to speak to my husband," I answer. The circle is silent for a few minutes, until.

"Kirana, is that you?" my husband's voice breaks through.

"Yes, Alador it is me," I smile, knowing he is smiling with me.

"Darling it has been so long, how is the Mortealem?" he asks, I do enjoy our chats, but I need to get to the point.

"We are fine darling, but I bring news," silence fills the room.

"Has something happened?" he asks, I hear the fear in his voice because I feel the same.

"It's Dawn, her powers are starting to emerge," I say, my mind flashing to what I heard about part of the school catching on fire.

"But, it's nowhere near her birthday, why are they starting now?" he asks, at that I smooth out my hair and maintain my composure.

"I do not know, but we need to keep them under control," I sigh, I do hate keeping my daughter in the dark, but it's for her good.

"Very well, I will send some of my best warriors to watch her," at that the circle fades out and I pour the contents of the bowl into a jar and place it on a shelf. I just hope nothing else happens.