I did this story mostly for an English assignment, but now that I think about it, I'm gonna keep it up here on Renderosity. Sorry that I didn't let you all be able to review it or leave comments, I orginally intended to delete it once I got it printed off at school. Well, I hope you all enjoyed it anyways. The Beginning of the Elementals Adam slipped on a pair of some baggy blue jeans, put on his belt, a red button-up shirt with yellow flames coming from the bottom, slipped on his high-top converse sneakers and pulled on his red hoodie.Today he turned 17, and he sighed because he still had to go to school. Adam was pretty much your average teen, he had short brown hair, bright green eyes, and a tanned complexion about him. He stood about 5"10, and he was medium built, meaning he wasn't real muscular, but you could tell he wasn't a wimp either. But, there was something about Adam that really wasn't normal. He had this little skill where he could start fires and could control them. He discovered these "powers" when he was 15, and spent most of the time from then on learning to control them. Of course, being a teenager and in high school, he really had alot to work with. PLus, he tended to lose control especially when he lost his temper, and, unfortunately, Adam had a short temper. "You get THAT trait from your father." Adam's mother had said to him one day when he was younger and Adam punched a hole through his dry-wall in his room. His mom really tried to help out, but she didn't really know about Adam's pyrokinesis. In fact, Adam was really shocked that he had covered up all his little "marks" so well. For instance, one time, while trying to control his powers, Adam accidentally scorched his book case. When asked about it, Adam simply said that he was just playing with a lighter and some flammable spray, and got alittle too close for comfort. His mother had jjust given him a huge lecture, saying that he shouldn't mess with fire, or he might just get burnt himself. Adam kinda laughed at this saying inside his head, because he knew that no flame could hurt him: He speant an hour with a blow torch figuring this out. Now, just turned 17, Adam had to go to school. But, he felt weird a little bit. Somehow, he felt like today would not be his day. He simply shrugged off the feeling though, headed downstairs, grabbed a pop-tart and his back pack (he warmed his pop-tart on the way to get his back pack in the living room), and headed out the front door and hopped onto his bike on the front porch. As he sped off down the street. Adam's High school was only a few blocks away, but he still decided to take his bike instead of the bus. Less problems on my hands, Adam though as he turned a corner.HE glanced at some people as he sped by them, laughing at a kid who had punched some other bigger kid in the gut for throwing down his ice-cream cone. Adam rounded another corner, and there he saw it: Fresh Pine High School. He didn't understand why they named it that, after all, the place smelled NOTHING like fresh pine, but more like bad cheese due to some of the experiment's done in the science lab. As Adam parked his bike, he noticed a new kid, someone he hadn't seen before, but somehow, he felt like he had seen him everyday. The kid had somewhat spiky blonde hair, wore a pair of baggy cargo khakis, a blue plain t-shirt, and a pair of Vans skate shoes. He was almost Adam's height, maybe abit taller, and seemed a big muscular than Adam. When Adam noticed the kid, something stirred inside him, and he decided to walk over to the new comer. "Yo, what's up, I'm Adam." He extende his hand out, to which the new guy gave him a funny look, then smiled and shook his hand. "Hey, what's up bro, I'm Chris." Chris looked around abit, as if confused. "OK, this is high school, and if your the male welcome wagon, where's the female welcome wagon?" Adam laughed, then turned around to look as well. "I'm afraid I'm probably the only welcome wagon your gonna get Chris. This place is about as boring as a piece of wood sitting in a lake." Adam laughed again, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie due to how warm it was getting in the morning. "Wow, that kinda sucks." Chris looked down, then up at Adam again. "So, is it really that boring around here? If so, I can go back to Cali and keep hitting the big ones." Chris started walking towards the building, Adam right beside him. "Well, I wouldn't say it's boring sometimes. I mean, every now and then some genius makes a nice boom in the science lab." As Adam said this, the smell of burnt wood hit his nostrils as they entered the front doors of the building and walked past the science lab. He remembered that day all too well. He stopped the flame, of course, from a distance, but it still did a numbmer on the desks and floor. "WOOO, I can smell what you mean." Evidently, Chris smelt it too, because his hand flew for his nose and pinched hard, trying to escape the terrible odor. "So, besides the random explosions in some geek lab, what else goes on here?" "Well, if you can reach the status of cool, then you might be able to snag you a cheerleader girlfriend, but I don't think you want to do that." Adam and Chris walked by rows and rows of lockers, the dull chatter of students in the hall oblivious to them. "Heh, I don't think you gotta worry about me being cool there bro." Chris retorted, and Adam couldn't help but notice how Chris had put a special imphasis on the word 'cool'. He got the weird feeling in his gut again, but luckily they rounded the corner to the main office, or Adam would have questioned him about it. "Ah, well, here's the main office, should help you to get your official start of school stuff in line and have your schedule in no time." Adam glanced up at the clock, and almost freaked out: time had flown, because he had about 5 minutes to get to class. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat about how boring this school really is, but I gotta split, so maybe I'll catch you at lunch or something." "Yea, I'll catch you around then bro." Chris waved a good-bye, then walked into the office. Adam dashed don a hallway, turned a corner, dashed some more, and ducked into a classroom just as the starting bell rang for first class. For the rest of the day, Adam noticed that the clocks seemed to be going slower and slower by each class. Then, finally, lunch came. He walked into the caffeteria, grabbed him a chicken sandwich and some fries, and sat at his usual table. Almost out of no where Chris appeared, and sat across from Adam. "Woah dude, when you said boring, you failed to mention how intense some of the classes are, as well as some of the babes!" Chris smiled a big toothy grin as he bit into his cheeseburger and sipped abit of his chocolate milkshake. "Yea, that's because you don't know who's taken and who's not. Most of the babes here are taken by the jocks, but we got some pretty nice looking chicks that are actually normal." As Adam said this, there suddenly came a giant explosion, much larger than any he had felt before, and he watched as a group of screaming students ran from the kitchen lines. In more of instinct than acting, Adam jumped up and ran into the kitchen, pushing against the crowd of people. When he got inside the kitchen, he let out a gasp as the scene took it's affect on him. Somehow, a fire had started from some spilled grease, which accidentally blew up a small tank of propane gas. The fire had caught some more grease on fire, and the flames seemed to grow larger and larger. Adam looked around, making sure no one was around, and then he did his magic. He reached out his hand to the flames, and they seemed to almost obey a silent order, and leapt towards Adams hand, as if being sucked into a vacuum cleaner, and disappeared. The flames still seemed to grow larger and larger, and Adam didn't know what else to do, so he reachedo ut and did the same with his other hand. Still, the flames seemed to slow, but still grew. Oh man, now what will I do? Adam thought, and no sooner had the thought left his mind, he watched as ice seemed to form over the flames, killing most of the fire. He gave it all he had, and Adam put out the rest, til nothing else was to be seen of the incident. Adam looked at the ice, and watched as it melted to nothingness, then looked towards the source. "Looked like you could use some help bro!" Chris gazed almost worriedly at Adam. Adam gazed back with the same expression, and snapped himself back to reality. "How did you...? Never mind, we'll talk later, right now, let's get out of here before things look suspicious." And with that, Adam and Chris both darted out of the cafeteria, and sprinted outside the school with the rest of the student body. "OK, now, me and you both got some explaining to do." Adam said as him and Chris stood in the local park, Chris sitting in the grass leaned up against a tree with his legs layed out and his knee up, resting his elbow on it, and Adam pacing back in forth in front of him. "First off, how did you do that, and who are you?" "Same thing I was thing I was thinking when I came in there and saw you pulling a Hoover on those flames man. But, I figured, hey, I can make ice, why can't there be someone else who can do osme other neat trick?" Chris seemed to watch a bird fly up above, not making eye contact with Adam due to the uncomfortable feeling he was getting. "When did this start happening?" Adam asked, stopping and looking at Chris. "About my fifteenth birthday. I was hanging with some friend, and he got kinda mad at me, so I told him to chill. Well.... he certainly did..." Chris looked around as if searching for something that would get Adam's attention off of him for a second. "What about you?" "It was around my fifteenth birthday too, I tried blowing out the candles, instead the whole cake caught on fire.... my mom said there was something flammable in the cake, but I learned later how it happened." Adam sat down in the grass too up against the tree and gave a big sigh. "So.... we don't got to start wearing spandex and masks and caqll ourselves goofy names as we save the city, do we?" Chris laughed, and Adam gave a chuckle. "Woah there dude, I don't even know what just happened in the cafeteria. But..." Adam turned to look at Chris' back. "We sure do make a good team." "Yea... we kinda do, don't we?" Chris said. Adam leaned back up against the tree. Yep, we sure do. He thought, and closed his eyes as he felt a warm breeze hit him in the face in the mid-spring day.