I only hesitated for a moment before running into the burning house. The flames licked at my skin, but one of the wonderful perks in being a fire user was that flames couldn't harm me. But, the smoke could. I coughed and almost gagged, but ran for my room, kicking down the door and grabbing my few sentimental items. One of which a framed photo of my parents and myself when I was young and happy, living with the herd, where things made sense. Until my parents brought me away without telling me, but they knew something I didn't. Something important. Too bad I will never know. I ran for the door and was out a good five seconds before a fire truck finally showed up.
I was only vaguely aware of the cops questioning me. One of them -'Officer Terry Bradshaw' it said on his nametag- dropped the final bomb. "Since you're 17 and therefore underage, we're going to have to urge you to live at the academy of St. Lucia's." The school I went to, St. Lucia's had an attached building where students dor