Myra was excited today so much so that nothing could ruin the smile plastered on her face. Not the fact that she had to go to school. Not the sneering self-called mean girls. Not even the frankly bland hateful note in her locker.

Because today she was gaining superpowers she was sure of it. Her mind wasn’t making it up this time there was no way it would fake it a fifth time. The itch on her brain was real this time it even felt different than the fake itch her mind made up sometimes.

The itch intensifying only made her more sure of it but it also worried her because that meant her power was locked behind a door that no one knows how to unlock. Which meant she had to find a way to unlock it before the day was up with her only guide being the itch intestifying when she got close.

The problem was she couldn’t do everything in a day and being at school would limit her even more but she had to be here. She couldn’t skip she forgot her “Diary” at school and she had to find it. She couldn’t leave it here over the weekend.

If anyone found it . . . her heart jumped at the thought. She was pretty sure she left it at the auditorium after the assembly of “superpowers and how to use them responsibly”. Frankly, she found it ridiculous that they did that show every month. By now she knows the script by heart.

At the thought, script echoes in her head and her smile grew wider. She got a clue as to what she doesn’t know but a clue is a clue. Continuing on her way to the auditorium she noticed how the herd she was used to wading through thin out.

It made it easier to get there but it weirded her out that people were going away from the auditorium. It wasn’t the most popular place to hang out before school starts but people still hang out there.

She hopes it isn’t a ghost that is making everyone leave. Probably not because they would be running if there was one. The only way to find out is to get there. In thirty seconds she made her way to the metal doors of the auditorium with the itch in her brain getting stronger as she got closer.

Whatever she needed to do to unlock her power was behind the doors in front of her. Without a second thought, she opened one of the doors and walked in. The first thing she noticed was the chill that invaded her bones, the frost that covered her skin, and the cold that solidified her breath.

Before it dropped to the floor she grabbed her frozen breath and weighed it. It felt like nothing she couldn’t tell it was in her hand unless she looked at it. Just an Ice Heart and a non-aggressive one at that. She thought.

Looking towards the stage she saw a floating piece of ice in the shape of a heart. She kept looking waiting for it to beat. It took two minutes before it beat with it came a wave of frost that crossed the room in seconds.

When it hit her the frost covering her skin got a little thicker. It was weak for some reason but she didn’t really care because she was here for her “Diary” and whatever she had to do to get her powers.

She wandered to her seat she took yesterday getting excited about how every step made her brain itch stronger. When she finally got there the itch was so intense it was annoying and the frost that grew from the beat broke off making her movements less stiff.

She pulled down the seat and saw her “Diary”. It was a pure purple book bigger than her hand with two black eyes in the center staring right at her. Before she could grab it the sound of a voice echoed in what she thought was an empty auditorium.

“I only need fifteen, it should be easy, just fifteen and run. I can do this.”

Her eyes were torn away from the purple book and brought to the stage where a boy was standing right next to the heart. He was only wearing a pair of ragged khakis showing a lot of his slightly tan white skin. In his right hand was a wooden mask of something she couldn’t tell from this distance.

Before she could yell at him to at least wait for her to leave he put on the mask and slammed his fist straight into the Ice Heart. For a breathless moment, nothing happened then a crack on the heart appeared and it began to beat loudly

Every beat was accompanied by a loud crack and an appearance of frost. After ten long seconds of continuous beating five groups of gathered frost condensed. The boy with the mask had long since jumped away from the heart while Myra was still looking at the stage.

Only at the appearance of what could only be called ice men with various weapons did Myra snap back to her book. When her hand grasp her book a shock stormed her body while her brain was flooded with a scream-inducing itch.

The only reason she didn’t scream was because she couldn’t. Her body was stock still from the thunder running in her nerves. Fire was injected into her veins. Her bones were consumed by a lonely darkness. The chill on her skin turned to an otherworldly cold.

Then it was gone like it never happened. The endless millisecond of pain she felt disappeared like it never was. She ignored it and tried to reach for her new power while throwing her book into the small pockets of her jeans.

With a sudden pop, a quill pen appeared in her left hand while a closed script book appeared in front of her floating just like the Ice Heart. Suddenly it flipped open passing pages in a flash before abruptly stopping.

The page itself was bright, hurting her eyes. At the top of the page in bold letters was Comedy. Onward for that were words of the past, present, and future written just like a script. It told of her finding her book and the boy with the mask. It told of how the boy punched one of the icemen. It also told of how she was about to be slashed with a sword by one of the icemen.

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When she read that line she jumped back and the page changed while a headache began to form. She turned her eyes away from the script and watched as the spot she was standing out was slashed at with a sword.

In the three seconds she looked away the forming headache went away. In another second her brain understood part of her power. She turned back to the script and watched as words wrote themselves. A stab was coming so she dodged by jumping over a row of seats. The script changed again and the forming headache came back.

She took her eyes off the script and a slash she didn’t read came for her. A second before her neck was taken off she ducked faster than she thought she could. Still crouched she grabbed the script with her right hand and brought the quill in her left closer to it.

One line had “An Iceman stumbles towards her.” She added “and shattered” with the quill. The script flashed red and her forming headache turned to a full-blown headache. A sledgehammer pounded behind her eyes.

She bit back a scream and ran from her spot while letting go of the script. Soon she was at a wall of the auditorium with her thought still trying to figure out more of her power. She needed to know a little more about it if she wanted to get out of here.

She looked over to the boy in the mask watching as he smacked around four ice man easily while his mask opened up to shoot a jet of flame at gathering frost. She looked back at her script with a hopeful look.

In front of her eyes, the script flipped a page and words began to once again write themselves. Most importantly the bold word changed from comedy to action. She didn’t know what it meant but she was hopeful that it would turn the tables on the ice man she was fighting.

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Joey was having fun more fun than should be allowed in school or at least he thought so. Who knew that throwing around icemen and breathing fire was so much fun? He didn’t at least until now.

Joey grabbed an iceman's hand and shattered it with a single chop of his hand. Then he twisted and grabbed the ice axe blade mid-swing and broke it by closing his hand. He jumped back and opened his mouth and once again a jet of flame was released towards gathering frost.

He pulled back his hand and opened it into a long “C”. translucent scaly claws superimpose on his fingers and he thrust his hand forward straight to where a heart would be on one of the ice men.

The claws easily pierce the ice and his fingers go along with them. Once in he closes his hand shut and breaks the ice in his way. He opens his hand once again and grabs the thin clear shard inside the ice man.

Jumping back with the shard in hand the ice man collapses and Joey puts the shard in the pocket of his ragged khakis. If he knew they would be so weak he would have worn proper clothes. At that moment a spear pierced his shoulder.

Without even a hiss of pain he rolled his shoulder and the tip broke off before falling out of his visibly healing wound. He opened his mouth once again but instead of the hiss of fire, a clap of thunder rang out on the silent stage.

Bolts of blue lightning left his open mouth. The ice man he was aiming at promptly turned into a human-shaped firework with the heart shard being the only thing left behind. Joey rolled toward it while letting his newly formed translucent tail slam into another ice man.

When he reached the shard he started to count all he gather so far. Only ten it should be fine we don’t need fifteen. He thought because as much as this was fun he was slowly running out of steam to hold back.

Joey jumped off stage just in time to see a girl weave between a sword slash and slam her fist in the ice man’s skull making it shatter. Joey thought he just imagined the girl but he was wrong. He felt bad for getting her caught up in his plan but she seemed to be fine on her own at least against one of them.

After shattering the icy skull she hopped over rows of seats till she made it to the far wall before taking a sprint to the metal double doors. Joey also sprinted towards the metal door when his feet touched ground. The girl looked back a Joey then the icemen following him then off into the distance. With a small nod to herself, she decided to wait for Joey.

Once at the doors, Joey slammed it open and the girl followed behind. Before he took three steps into the hallway he threw his back toward the wall on the opposite side of the door opened. Then he held up his pointer finger till the girl to wait. She didn't and grabbed his face trying to take it off. A deep hiss began to sound from his chest and the girl let go.

Joey partially lifted his face only showing his mouth. " Okay, what do you want," Joey said with the deep hiss still rumbling in the background.

"I want in whatever your planning."

"Why should I do that."

"Because you caught me up in your fight with the Ice Heart."

"It wasn't really a fight with the heart," Joey murmured to himself.

"What did you say."

"Nothing. . . Fine, I let you in on what we are planning but later after school meet me at the school sign. "

"We?"

"Yes, we."

"Okay, I am heading to class before I get in trouble."

With that, the girl wandered off leaving Joey to his thought. Was it really a good idea to let her on board? Would it have been better if he just ignored her? Should he just not meet up at the spot? and most important does she want to be a villain because it would be weird to bring her into the plan only to find out she is trying to be a hero.

Joey shrugged he would worry about it later right now he also has to get to class before he gets into trouble. Joey grabs his face and fully pulls it off with it the deep hiss stops and his translucent claws and tail disappear. Joey shoves his face in the back pocket of his ragged khakis. Then he jumped up reaching the drop ceiling. He holds on to the metal bar with one hand and the other pushes the tile out of the way.

He pulls himself up further till his head is in the space between the drop ceiling and the real ceiling. With the hand that isn't holding onto the metal bar, he grabs the loose straps of his backpack and pulls it toward him. Then he drops down with backpack in hand. When feet touch the floor he opens it and grabs his clothes while shoving his face in it.

Once he puts on his random shirt and a black hoodie he runs to class only being two minutes late.