By the time I get to class, my teacher's frowning and growling at me. I was late (according to him) and was supposed to apologize. Apologize? You gotta be kiddin' me. I just went up to him and said, "I am sincerely... NOT SORRY YOU IDIOT!" Now he gives me an icy stare, which probably means, 'shut your diggidy dang mouth and get to work. At least, I don't regret what I just said. Haha.

But I did note to myself that in lunch break, I had to check out my new fire-hand thingy. It looked kinda cool, but I still had to see what my hands could do. What if it could kill people? What if it could do weird things? Maybe I could chop off my hand when I find out.

Anyways, I am planning to let my best friend Dwayne in the secret because he has a much smaller mouth than my other best friend, Jordon. Jordon is always the first person to tell everyone the most secretive secrets. That's why I never tell him anything personal. But imagining how he would react when I told him about my fire hand gave me the creeps. I bet he'll tell the whole world before I shut my mouth.  

I rushed out of class as soon as the bell went off. I bet it should have been Dwayne because usually, the bell goes off at twelve, but this time it went off at eleven. It's just a pity he uses his brains in hacking the school's alarm system but not in his test papers. Don't tell him I told you that or you'll face it.

But I was just walking in the empty corridor when I felt someone stalking me and moving in shadows. Too restless to try my fire hands, I started thinking of all the people in my family and started screaming their names one by one. "Uhm... Whilsky? Nah... Oh! Deadpool? Nope. He's not related. "What about Firendo?" A deep voice behind me whispered in my ear. That... was my father's name. My biological father. I turned back and saw no one. No one except the shadow. With all my might, I hollered, "FIRENDO!!!"

BOOM! Jets of fire shot onto the ground and made holes. One part of me said, 'Cool and chic,' but another part of me said, 'You're so dead son, RUN!' I decided to listen to both and started as fast as I could. The further I ran, the more thoughts filed my head. Was my father a God? My mother too? If they were, what were they hide everything? There was no time to think about it. I continued running and tripped. 

This was my only chance, use my powers for good, and keep my identity a secret.

This was the day, FireBlaster became a true superhero.