Where are we going? (✔)

The Breakout

It's another long and tiring Sunday of chores. Other kids like us have normal family to take care of them. Kids like us - like me- get left on the front door when they grow into their powers. I had the perfect family growing up. My mom and dad had adopted me as a baby and had my younger brother two years later. We were your everyday perfect family, right down to our golden lad and expensive and expressive house. I had friends and great grades until all of this happened. Its not like one day I woke up and was like "oh wow, I have powers! Look mom, I would burn the house down with one touch and a lighter!" I slowly grew into it. At first it was like some kind of freak thing. Hearing fire calling my name or thinking that the heat coming from the flames could make all my worries go away. Then, one day there was a really bad fire at my friend, Bell's house while I was staying over, and while everyone else was coughing, I could breath and walk through the flames without it bothering me at all. I felt so powerful. Like I could burn down the whole world with just the simple thought of it.

It was my 15th birthday when the candles we're lit that everything had turned dark for me. I was mad at my best friend at the time, because she had admitted to sleeping with my ex. Before we had broken up.
   Everyone was singing Happy birthday to me, and she was across the table, having thought that I would be fine with her being here. I wasn't. The candles we're lit and my emotions over took the flames coming off of them. I could basically hear them whispering to me "Come play. Play? Please come play. Play Kate?" All it took was a little push and the flames took over the table. After the table, they started catching everything else on fire. Including the girl that slept with my ex.