"Fire Boy."

"No."

"Flame boy?"

'You're kidding?"

"Well, What's your idea then?" Aggie and I have been going at it for literally hours trying to decide what my super name should be. And as you can see I'm failing. Miserably. Oh. Excuse my manners. Should probably introduce myself.

My names... Haven. Yeah. Haven. And I'm a teenage super. I can randomly bend fire to my will, sorta, and this is the story of how I almost saved the world. But will get to that in a moment. First, I need a name.

"How about Kid Flammable!" Aggie smirked that same smirked she gave me the day we met. Playground. Grade Six. Timmy J. pushed me off the swings and she kicked his ass. Ahh. Good times.

"Okay, One, Not funny. And two, literally every kid in all existence is flammable."

'Except for the non-flammable ones..."

"C'mon Ags. You're the brains of this operation. Be brainy and help me come up with a name." I flopped onto her bed and took a look around the room. The black walls and band posters perfectly matched Aggie in every way. From her overuse of eyeliner to her monochromatic getup, she was a stereotype allright. But the plush unicorn on her desk and the rainbow lanyard sticking out of her pocket beg to differ.

"Yes, I am the brains," She threw a cat pillow at my face, "but doesn't mean I understand the whole superhero name thing. I mean it doesn't make you any less of a superhero."

"But every superhero has a name."

"So. What's wrong with being different. You know in this day and age, I feel like-" I chucked the pillow back at her. "Rude."

"This isn't time for one of your anti-conformity rants. I just want a cool name like all the other supers. Like Deadpool, Superman, you know. I wanna be comic book worthy."

"That's what I'm trying to get at. If you wanna be a cool and up and coming super. Then why bother with a name. Be the super that when people ask who saved the day, they won't need a name, they can just say the super. That cool fire super. Be so famous that no one even says your name."

"So be voldermort."

"Ha Ha. Very funny." She joined me on the bed and I could feel her tone shift.

"You wanna be a superhero so badly. Fine, be one. But be one because you care about helping people and saving lives, not for the recognition. Forget the name and glory. Don't be a super for the super, be it for the hero." That was some of the best advice I was ever given. Still is. I smiled at Aggie and went in for a hug but-

"Uh. No. I'm not your Lois. Get off my bed." She pointed toward the window and I knew it was time to sneak back home. But I wasn't letting her off that easily. Instead, I made a life endangering decision and gave Aggie a hug.

"Oh. Ew! Ew! Off.Off." She began to wriggle wildly, but I didn't let go till she started beating my back like it was a pair of bongos. I jumped off her bed and headed towards the window. But before I stepped out-

"Love ya, Aggs."

"Bite me." I laughed at her rebuttal, then let the heat rise to my fingertips. As the blissful smell of smoke filled my lungs, I leaped off Aggie's bedroom window and let the flames take me away. Today, I was no longer a super, but a hero.