It happened in the local school

Anne loved her chemistry

A mind so bright, never a fool

Equations were her key

But one day she did mix things wrong

The room shook like there was a gong

But one day she

But one day she

Transformed herself both lean and long

It happened in the local school

Such powers Anne did grow

The elements were now her tool

From which her strength would flow

So came her quest to help the world

From her hand atoms they did whirl

Now came her quest

Now came her quest

To right the wrongs, long fingers curled

It happened in the local school

A villain there did come

Anne froze the room, it was so cool

The villain soon was numb

She fought the fight to help mankind

Repel the villain's hateful mind

She fought the fight

She fought the fight

A hero, just one of her kind

Robert Brown. A very normal name for a very abnormal teenager. Unlike most, I am a person of many talents: magician, gourmet cook, athlete, superhero. You name it. I do it all. And, before you ask, no, I was not bitten by a radioactive spider. That’s ridiculous. I bit a radioactive spider. I thought I would get superpowers, but I just got sick for a couple of weeks. Anyways, I got my powers after I saved my five-year-old sister from a house fire. Our dryer overheated and created a fire that engulfed our entire house. There was a lot of confusion, but when I went outside, I could only find my mother, the only other person living in the house. I rushed back inside to find my little sister. I barely managed to get her out safely, but I was whacked on the head by a falling part of the ceiling. I was knocked out cold. I woke up in a hospital with my family at my bedside. My mother was crying her eyes out when she saw me awake. The doctor told me that it was a miracle that I didn’t get burned or die from the falling beam or smoke inhalation, and he also said that I would be fine.

After I was discharged from the hospital, I went to my uncle’s home because my house had burned down. I rested for a while and then ironed my clothes for a survival service that my family would attend the following day. I accidentally touched the iron, but I didn’t feel any pain. I wasn’t sure what to think had happened, so I decided to take a risk and touch the iron again. I wasn’t burned. I had no idea what was going on until my hand suddenly burst into flames. I probably would have screamed if I was anyone but my crazy self; instead, I thought the flames were beautiful. They shined and danced on my fingertips. It was mesmerizing. Then, I got over it and totally freaked out. I couldn’t get rid of the fire and was worried that I would cause my uncle’s house to burn down. My mother knocked on the door at the same time this happened. She wanted to check on me. I panicked. I tried blowing out my hand, but it didn’t work. I poured water over my hand, but it was useless. I tried to think of ways to get rid of my mother. I told her that I was fine, but she insisted on coming in the room. I eventually told her that I wasn’t dressed, and she left. After that, the fire finally died down. I felt relieved.

I started toying with my power about a week after I realized that I had it; I had to let the shock of having a power subside for a bit. I got the hang of starting and stopping a fire on my hands after a couple of weeks. I eventually learned how to shoot fire from my hands. It wasn’t much at the time, but by then I felt I was ready to use my powers in the real world. I helped stop local robberies and small non-life-threatening acts of crime in the beginning. I didn’t want to be in the spotlight, but then more dangerous criminals appeared. I didn’t want to stand by and do nothing knowing I could have helped. A someone took a picture of me with fire coming out of my hand. Luckily my face couldn’t be seen, but now the public knew I was there. People call me Ember. I plan for my identity to remain a secret. Hopefully, nothing will undo that.