to the market. “Hey, you want something to drink?”
door to the market open just as a guy pushed his way out. The two collided and
the bag the guy had been holding dropped to the ground. The telltale shatter of
glass made Jeff wince. “Sorry, dude.”
blind? Or is everyone supposed to get out of your way?”
“Yeah, you’re sorry. That helps! You’re an idiot, that’s what you are.”
doing a blaze of flame shot out and caught the spilled bag and its contents
between them. Pyro stepped in front of Jeff and grabbed a handful of his shirt.
“Time to go, kid.”
Pyro skipped away, dragging him with her. “Let’s go.” She released him when he
finally sped up to catch her. They bolted like lightning. The excitement seemed
to stimulate the fire within Jeff. His hands felt like they were going to erupt
they’d already traveled at least four blocks away from the market. He gritted
his teeth against the throbbing heat in his fingers. He expected each engorged
tip to pop like an over filled pimple.
pulled her hands back at the last second. “Blow on them!”
the stabbing pain.
come from?” Pyro’s hands hovered around his like she wanted to help, but knew
she didn’t dare touch him.
fingers, but the pulsating heat made it difficult for him to think clearly.
toward it, ready for flight, but the police car sped through the nearby
intersection and away from them. Pyro searched their surroundings. They were in
a typical suburban neighborhood. Every third house looked alike; boats or
R.V.’s were parked alongside garages. Basketball hoops or skateboard ramps on
up a nearby driveway and across a front lawn. She pushed him in front of her
and shoved him over until his hands plunged blessedly into a cool fountain of
water. A hissing steam issued as his hands entered the pool. The relief was
welcome, but not complete. The heat from his hands warmed the water faster than
the water cooled his hands. But it was enough to help Jeff get his
his mouth and drew a breath from deep in his lungs. He blew slowly onto his
hands and a crystalline frost coated his fingers. He giggled giddily in relief.
“Oh man, thanks, Pyro.”
surprise. Two police officers walked toward them. One had his hand resting on
and Jeff looked at each other and understood that it was time to bolt. Pyro
bobbed her head ever so slightly to the left and they ghosted to the fence
surrounding the neighboring backyard. Pyro cleared the six foot fence in one
jump, but Jeff vaulted over less gracefully. They heard the amazed cries behind
them as they jumped the fence on the far side of the yard and raced off through
the baseball field of the Lutheran school.
he needs to attend Super Villain Academy, where you learn to be good at being
bad. But as he settles in he learns that the word “friend” isn’t in the villain
dictionary and that his sudden and unexpected increase in good manners draws
bullies like flies to a dung heap. The
more he’s ostracized, the more he wonders is he bad enough for SVA?
fiction for kids and teens. Her debut novel, The Weaver, was a finalist
in the 2012 EPIC eBook Awards. As a mother of four young adults her characters
are well researched and new stories are inspired daily. Kai is a compulsive
walker, addicted to pizza and a Mozart fangirl. Visit her website for more
information about her work and to find all her virtual haunts; www.kaistrand.com.