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superhero thing pt 1

I was swimming one day, when I floated into a strange cold spot in the water. 

Wait, wait, wait. Lemme back up. 

I'm Brook Jennings. Brook, like the stream. I'm 15, and I live with my Pop, by the sea. Pop gets yelled at by raising me, a girl, alone. They say that I need to go to school, and that I need a woman in my life. That's bullshit to me, and my pop agrees. So I stay out here, him teaching me about the sea, and the marine life. He's a fisherman, so he knows a lot. He teaches me what I actually need to learn, instead of making me suffer through endless hours of meaningless math classes.  

I have two friends, Acker Sanders, and Claudio Williams. We hang out a lot, since we're all outcasts.

Anyways, I love the water, but hate the heat. I'm always in the water to escape from the heat. Remember that, as you read my story.

*Clears throat obnoxiously*

I was swimming one day, when I floated into a strange cold spot in the water. I've swum every inch of this cove, and not once has this been here. I look around, confused. My hand grows warm, and I see sparks at the end of my fingertips. I scream, water flooding into my lungs. I swim frantically to the surface, coughing up water. 

I gingerly raise my hand out of the water, and summon the sparks. Since my hand is no longer underwater, the sparks are flames, and I immediately dunk my hand back into the water, dousing the flames. I swim back to the shore, and dry myself off before going into the woods to study this strange fire thing.

I sit cross legged on a moss bed, and hold my hands in front of me.

A tiny flame creeps out of my fingertip, but my finger doesn't burn, and it doesn't hurt. Why? I have no idea.

I glare at my hands, hating this thing that I can do.

A tear drips down my face, and my hands spark, making me jump. I sigh as another tear falls, my hands sparking into a steady flame. I try to stop the flame, but it won't go away. I stare at my hands trying as hard as I can, and the flame goes down, withering away.

I breath a sigh of relief. 

"Brook?" A voice calls. "Are you here?" 

I recognise the voice as Acker. "Yeah, over here."

He walks out from a denser part of the forest, Claudio in tow. "Hey."

"Hey," I smile at them.

Claudio looks at me. "Are you okay? It looks like you've been crying?"

I quickly wipe my half-dried tears away. "I'm fine."

They sit next to me, "What's wrong?"

I shake my head. "Nothing."

"Something."

I sigh. "Fine. Earlier, I was swimming, right? And y'know how I hate fire and all things hot?"

Acker nods. 

"So I was swimming, and came into a spot in the water that was absolutely frigid. It was ridiculously cold, especially for the summer. And for some reason, my hand did this." I make a small flame on the tip of my finger.

Acker freezes, and Claudio gasps. "Oh my gosh," Claudio mutters. 

I sigh. "I know," The flame fizzles out. "I hate it so much."

Acker leans in, giving me a hug. "It's so cool."

Claudio smiles at us, "Yeah, for sure. Have you played with it yet?"

I shake my head. "Nah, not really. I hate it and I'm probably just gonna ignore it."

Acker and Claudio smile sympathetically at me. "Maybe it'll go away."

I shrug."I'll find out, I guess."

"We'll  find out, you mean. We're gonna be right here with you. The whole time."

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as you can tell by the prompt, there's gonna be two more parts to this eventually :)