The Heart of the Flames

  I have spent the last ten years of my life learning the dead and dying languages. I am fifteen right now. I have decided to learn Latin, and I think I have learned the word for fire in Latin...and I say it aloud.

  "Ignis." As I whisper this, A flame appears in my hand. Of course, I immediately scream and flail like a madman. Thankfully, the flame goes out. "Woah..." I push up my glasses and hold out my hand, palm up. Nothing happens. Then, I say it again. "Ignis!" The flame comes back. I am thankful that I live alone for once. I come up with an idea.

  "Aqua!" I am immediately drenched. I then look at the time and realize that I need to go to school. "CRAP!" I yell this as I am putting on jeans over my boxers and a t-shirt from my favorite band. I run out and slam my door, locking it. Then, I sprint to school. Thankfully, I dry off, as I run. I make it to class and get in the position to stare at the window and the clock in the back, as usual.

  "Dennis, I hope you are going to pay attention today," Ms. Redhawk, my perky teacher says.

  "Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure." I respond.

  At the end of class, I rush home so I can keep practicing. I call my best friend, Cass, over.

  "Dennis, are you okay?! Where is the fire?!" Cass comes rushing in, out of breath. I may, or may not have told her there is a fire so she gets here quickly. What? There will be.

  "Right here. Ignis!" I say, smirking. A small flame floats above my hand. Cass stares at me, her mouth wide open. "If you keep your mouth open, you might catch flies." I tease her.

  "D-Dennis! Is that...what?!" Cass looks extremely bewildered. I am amused.

  "Here, you try. Ignis." The flame disappears.

  "I-Ignis.." She says, holding out her hand as I had. Nothing happened. And she pronounced it correctly.

  "Huh... maybe it only works for me..." I don't realize I said it aloud until she says something.

   "W-wait..What?!"

Note: This is an old piece, maybe a year or so. I have it up on wtw.