[ WP ] Every person in the world develops a weird mutation/power the day they turn 16 . Everyone 's powers are always different , some more insignificant than others . You turn 16 , and watch as all your friends discover their newfound ability 's . That is , until you discover the severity of your own .

`` Last month Bobby, Joe, and Suzie all had their birthdays. Last week was Jack and Tim. All my friends had gotten their powers, hell most of the school had, the ones who ca n't fly got their licenses. I hate having a birthday at the end of the year... Finally, it's going to be my turn! Tomorrow is MY birthday. Tomorrow is MY Advancement Day'' Wesley thought to himself. 
 
 An enormous bird flaps its wings to slow down its quick decent. With gusts of wind this gargantuan beast stretched out one leg searching for the ground. Once a single talon had touched the parking lot the bird stopped flapping, landed, and Wesley hopped to the ground from the back of the bird. 
 
 `` Thanks for the ride Tim! Your flying has really improved.'' Wesley said to the bird. 
 
 The beast begins to shake and wretch. It tucks its head under its wing. Feathers begin to molt off and fall onto the ground. The super sized bird begins to shrink into a ball of feathers. 
 
 `` Do n't know if I'll ever get used to seeing that, though'' Wesley thought to himself. 
 
 What remained from the morphing was a pile of large feathers. From the center of the pile rose a boy. 
 
 `` Thanks, sorry about the turbulence, had to dodge Geoff up there.'' Tim responded. 
 
 `` No problem, that guy does n't what he's doing in the sky.'' Wesley said brushing off the near mid air collision of the flight over. 
 
 `` So, tomorrow's your big day, eh? Are you excited? Scared?'' Tim said as he prodded Wesley. Wesley's shoulders went up in defense as he started to dodge Tim. `` You could end up in the skies with me, or maybe under ground with the diggers. You could even become invincible.'' 
 
 `` Yeah yeah,'THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS' just like they tell us.'' Wesley replied. 
 
 As they walk into the school the rest of their group of friends start to gather. Everyone joking, laughing, talking about their new found abilities. Some were arguing over who is more powerful, more practical. Wesley was quiet, as he had no power to discuss. He sulked, and fell into the background. He did n't even listen to them any more. 
 
 All around the schoolyard and parking lot there were groups of kids. The younger kids who were still a year or more away from their Advancement Day could be seen pretending to have some of the powers that their older counterparts already have. Some of the upperclassmen were testing their skills against one another, others using theirs to get laughs or entertain. 
 
 `` All year with this, tomorrow will finally be different'' Wesley murmured to himself. 
 
 The bell rings and the mass of kids flood into the school. The last cracks of electricity, cries of animals, puffs of flames and the rest of the calamity quells. 
 
 
 In the classroom using your Advanced ability was strictly prohibited. Most kids would n't even dare. However, when the occasional person had an outburst the instructor was quick to put an end to it. All instructors have to be at least a level 3 practitioner. It's not easy to achieve so most instructors have little patience for the undisciplined youth. Wesley just wanted to make it through the day, but one of his classmates decided to make today a little longer. 
 
 Wesley made his way through English class, then history. He at a normal lunch. There was a short fight out side but Wesley paid it no mind. Focusing on his food and pondering what tomorrow would bring as flashes of light and terrible sounds came from outside. After lunch was math. Wesley some times struggled with some of the formulas, but he managed. Even his test, which was mere minutes away, could not distract him from wondering how different tomorrow would be. 
 
 Once in math he was forced to focus on his test. Everyone was quiet, heads down, pencils scribbling away. The sounds of erasers rubbing against paper filled the room along with grunts of frustration. The instructor was leaning back in his chair reading a book. Wesley got up, and took his paper to the front of the class and headed towards the instructor. 
 
 `` Excuse me sir, can I ask you...'' Wesley started to ask the instructor. 
 
 With out looking up from his book the instructor interrupts `` No questions, this is a test.'' 
 
 Wesley slinks back to his seat, red faced with embarrassment. A class mate grunts and slams his desk. Wesley looks over as he takes his seat to see Frankie red faced with frustration. 
 
 `` He looks like he's steaming.'' Wesley thought. 
 
 Suddenly Frankie is clenching all his muscled, hunched over his desk teeth gritting. Wesley looks again and sees steam rising off Frankie's back and shoulders. 
 
 `` Uh oh, he's gon na blow.'' Wesley thinks. 
 
 From the silence a spark can be heard. Then a crackle. Wesley watches as small flames begin to produce themselves slowly on Frankie's body. Then in the blink of an eye Frankie is up in flames. A woosh signals his transformation as he is engulfed in flames. By this time everyone looks up from their tests as the boy covered in flames can not be ignored. Frankie's frustration shines through as a resounding growl comes from the body of flames and the desk melts away beneath him. 
 
 Suddenly the chair behind the instructor's desk falls to the ground. Everyone in the classroom shifts their gaze to the front to see the chair still moving tipped over on the ground but the instructor was no where to be found. 
 
 `` Did... did he leave us?'' Wesley began to think but before he could contemplate what to do with out the instructor a loud crash brings everyone's attention back to Frankie's direction. 
 
 The instructor seemed to come from thin air, above Frankie and his flickering flames, crashing down into Frankie's back with one hand extended. The instructor had his palm between Frankie's shoulder blades pinning Frankie to the ground. Frankie's flames seemed to extinguish themselves as he lay beneath the arm and hand of the instructor. 
 
 `` What did you do to him?'' a girl named Sarah calls out from the other side of the room. 
 
 `` He'll be fine.'' replies the instructor as he gets up and two staff from the nurses station rush in to collect Frankie. `` Back to your tests, you only have 5 more minutes.'' 
 
 Almost in unison the classroom snaps back to having their heads down focusing on their papers in front of them. Everyone acts like nothing had happened. This was n't an every day occurrence but it was common enough not to be too much of a spectacle. 
 

