To Start a Fire You Need a Spark

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Six years ago, when I was nine, i found out i had a gift. The gift i had was not a

gift like drawing or singing, no other kids had this power, or so i thought. i

would wake up in the morning and since im not a morning person my brother would anger me and, well i would deliver a painful punishment!

On my tenth birthday, my parents Jhon and Cindy Fabry, gave a book. This book was passed down from generation to generation to be given to the reciver. The reciver was a randomly picked member of each generation to behold the power of the flames.

The power was give to the Fabrys' family long ago, from the mythological god of, you guessed it! fire! The god's name was Vulcan, Vulcan bestrode a drop of his power to who our family, for reasons we don't even understand!

my mother always said "Be proud to be the reciver!" but i think of it more as a burden. Because of my "gift" i have to take pills, anti-depressants to ensure that i don't go through a angry rampage through New York!

i am a Fabry, but not only a Fabry i am Kira Fabry

i believe that life dose not have to be all Action and adventure, but can be a slow smooth log with little sparks of fire peaking through the ashes. Just for a second, a spark. a spark is a small gash of heat that only lasts for a second created by friction, and my friction is Lost Collune. Lost is a guy, just a single guy. But this guy is an amazing guy, ad as crazy as it sounds, he isn't like other guys. Lost is a mysterious guy But i know one thing about him, he can start me on fire!


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