Fire Hearts

The Beginning

People say that what's unreal is unreal, that superheroes should stay in books,

powers, time traveling, flight, everything. But I know first hand, that is not

true, life isn't always a fairytale, it's not always what you thought it would be,

life is a mess. My name is Phoenix, and here is my story.

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I found out when I was 5, playing with my toys like any other five-year-old

child. My foster mother, Kelly, stepped into the room chastising me like always.

She was never the kind type. But this time, I finally let myself be overpowered

by the anger it always brought. The air crackled with static electricity, the hairs

on my foster mother's arms rose. The temperature in the room rose to an

uncomfortable hot, and I could feel my eyes get blazing red. Kelly screamed,

and the house caught on fire. I didn't know what was going on, and the

firefighters found me crying in the toy room, without a scratch or burn in sight.

I've been bouncing around, foster home after foster home ever since. The last thing Kelly said

was the word, "Witch."