Pyro

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"What the hell was that?" Fe whispered, furiously.

"I was just so angry, a-and I-" I started.

"I don't give a crap what Macy was saying, or Macy for that matter." Fe said. "I care that you just used your powers in front of the whole school."

Fe, so cleverly, used her pyrotechnics on the fire alarms, and now, the entire school is currently waiting outside. (Except for Macy, cuz, y'know, his hand got stabbed.)

"What if somebody saw you stab your hand?" Fe asked, nervously.

That's how you know something is wrong. Fe never gets nervous, not even around Ez.

"I'm sure they'll think I was just clutching it, because I was so angry." I stated, hopefully.

Fe sighed, "Probably." Then she walked back inside.

"Fe..." Ez said.

"I'm such a baka." I scolded myself. (Baka: idiot in Japanese)

Ez smilied, weakly. "She'll be fine, you know how she is."

*6th period, English*

By 6th period, everybody was talking about the incident between Macy and I. I tried to keep my head down, and just write my stupid Romeo and Juliet notes, but it was hard when everytime I look up, everybody else (except Ez) was talking about a different version of how it happened.

"Ry used some weird chemical that made Macy stab his hand." One girl, I think her name is Dannie, whispered to one of her friends.

"No way!" A boy said, Douglas, I think.

I looked over at them half-heartedly.

... They freaked out, and started looking at something else, panicking.

I sighed, looking over at Ez who smilied, encouragingly.

"Ryoni Garrin, you are being summoned to the principals office." Our teacher, Mrs. Kimi, announced.

Students began whispering to one another, excitedly.

"Oh, pardon me, Ezra McCory, you are also being summoned." Mrs Kimi, said.

I looked over at Ez, confusedly. Ez returned that look to me.

Soon, we were both in front of the principal's office. I gently knocked on the door, and a few seconds later, our principal, Mr. Shiko, opened the door.

Ez and I were not expecting to see Fe sitting in a chair,

... And a police officer standing by the principal's desk.

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