Part 1

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Virgil's Pov

I am sitting alone in my room manipulating fire by making a fox, my favorite animal, out of the flames. At the age of thirteen I learned I have the power to manipulate heat, light, and fire but most people call it fire-bending. With my powers I can burn and/or melt things, fire attack, flame solidification, and volatile force manipulation.

I use my powers in very different techniques such as Fire Aura: Which is where I can surround myself in fire. Fire Defense: Where I can use the fire to defend myself. Fire Hair: My hair just turns to flames. Fire Transformation: I can transform others into beings of fire. The last thing is Healing Fire: Heal using fire/flame/heat.

I'm sitting criss-crossed in the middle of my room staring at the fire fox in front of me. I smile at her and she bows her head before turning her nose back up to me and looking at me. I hold out my hand and she comes over and sniffs it before coming closer.

"I'll name you Ginger" I whisper so my parents can't hear me. Nobody knows that I have these powers and I hope to keep it that way. Ginger comes over to me and lays in my lap laying her head down on her paws. I scratch behind her ears and she lets out a deep breath, snuggling further into her paws. I giggle slightly but then I hear one of my parents coming up the stairs and I whisk my hand making her disappear.

A couple seconds later there is a knock on the door and then it opens and my mom, Ivy, walks in. "Honey, dinner's ready" She says and flashes me her kind smile. "Okay mom" I say smiling back and getting up, following her to the kitchen.

I walk into the kitchen and see dad standing over the stove and I help mom set the table and get drinks. Dad comes over to the table with the pot of pasta and places it on a wooden plaque in the middle of the table. Mom started off dinner by getting herself a serving and then dad did too. I stared at the pot for a minute before putting a small amount on my plate not wanting to eat too much. Mom gives me a concerned look but she doesn't say anything.

Dad starts up a conversation about how his job is taking money out of his bank account and how his boss is accusing him of stealing money from the company and mom gives him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry honey, that's not right" Mom says, placing her hand on top of his. I smile slightly seeing the love in both of my parents eyes over the small gestures that they both do.

Mom and dad continue talking and I just try to keep up not really paying attention to the rest of the conversation. I take small, slow bites from the pasta on my plate and finish it fairly quickly so I can go back upstairs. I place my dirty dishes in the sink and head back upstairs after wishing both my parents a goodnight. I change into a black long sleeve shirt and fluffy purple pajama pants. I lay in bed and I whisk again bringing Ginger back up.

She comes over and lays on my stomach as I scratch behind her ears again, I let her soft snore lull me to sleep.

time-skip

I wake up to the loud blaring from my alarm clock and I slowly open my eyes. Ginger is gone and I sigh getting up and getting changed into my purple and black hoodie, black ripped jeans, and black shoes. I quickly grab my bag and head out quickly trying to catch my bus.

I get to the stop pretty quickly and I see Logan sitting on the bench with his nose stuck in a book. "Hey Logan" I say a bit quietly and see him look and smile a bit and he says in a joking manner, "Hello Virgil, It is nice to see you hear early for once". I sit down next to him but I can tell he just wants to read while we have the quiet time waiting so I put my headphones on and let him read. After ten minutes the bus comes to a stop and we both get up getting on the bus. Logan puts his book in his back and I pull my headphones off my head.

'Here we go with another day of trying to stay hidden' I think to myself sitting in the back with Logan.

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