Propser blinked open his eyes and stretched lazily. He looked at his watch on his right wrist, ''Crap, late again.'' He stood up and rubbed his fingers together, feeling the heat on the tip of his fingers. He had always loved heat, he was always fascinated to watch flames flicker. He jumped in the shower and washed his hair quickly. Once he was out, he grabbed his favorite t-shirt, a torn American Eagle shirt. And threw on his tonr jeans, and sneakers. He ran out of his room, and kissed his mom on the cheek.
She gave him a stern look and put her hands on her hips, ''Late again I see Propser.'' She didnt let him leave her sight for teh next few seconds.
He sighed, ''Come on mom, Its school. It doesnt really matter. Bye.'' He ran out of the apartment, then remembered his book-bag. He ran back and grabbed it, then disapeared out the door.
He walked in school, and shook his brown hair. He threw his books in his locker. 32- 14- 99. Click. He rubbed his fingers togehter again, and felt the static rise. The heat sent a wave through his body, he was used to that. He walked into the class room and sat down in the very back. And slunk down low, lower, itno his seat.
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