[ 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 .

First time submission, be gentle. I know my grammar sucks, thank you for letting me know though. 
 
 Awakening: 
 
 It started as a tingle in my hands, I didn ’ t know it then, but it was the beginning of my awakening. I noticed it at breakfast, lifting a cup of juice to my lips; it felt like I had dipped them into a bucket of ice water. 
 “ Eh, must be my nerves. ” I thought. That day in school I was to give a report on the rules and regulations of an awakened. Something everyone must do on the eve of their Sixteenth birthday, the eve of their awakening. 
 I felt the pulse in my wrist, making sure my hands were still receiving blood flow, fast, strong. “ I must be nervous ”. My mother rushed into the kitchen, the smell of makeup, hairspray and perfume mixed together, overwhelming my nose. I sneezed. 
 “ Are you feeling o.k. today honey? ” She asked the question, but was already almost out the door to work before I answered. She paused at the door and looked back at me, a smile on her lips, but her furrowed eyebrows and the lack of sparkle in her eyes told me something was going on. She was worried, stressed. She would never tell me if something was wrong, but I always knew. “ Love you ” she mouthed before closing the door behind her. I glanced at my watch. “ Shit! ” running late. 
 “ Wait up Jo! ” Marcy was chasing after me. I wanted to run the six blocks to school, but my bag was weighing me down, I was forced into a fast walk. My pace still too fast for her short legs, I slowed even more, slightly annoyed. I was already going to be late. “ Look what I can do! ” she raised her hand to the sidewalk and I watched in amazement as part of the concrete began to quiver, the trees next to it were still, untouched, unfazed by the activity next to it. In a moment the concrete was sitting midair inches above its resting place, soon it began to shake and rock and just as quickly as it rose, it fell harshly to the ground, uneven. “ Whew! ” she sighed and brushed her forehead, small beads of sweat had begun to form. “ That was great! I bet with a few more training sessions you will be a master transporter! ” Her birthday was a few days before my own. On the day of her awakening she woke up floating a few feet off the bed. It took the directors three hours to teach her how to bring herself down. The directors train us, after we have developed our “ skill ”; we no longer attend traditional school, but training. How to use your gift suddenly and on demand, how to control it in moments of rage or fear, how to grow strong in it. My stomach lurched. I tasted the acid of the orange juice mixed with my stomach contents burning my throat, I swallowed hard. The school was in sight, my report and my class was waiting on me. At this point my hands were no longer tingling, but felt like they were on fire. As I pushed the door open I looked at my hands, making sure that they were in fact not in flames. Will my gift be fire? Ice? 
 Each squeak of my sneakers on the waxed tile floor in the hallway caused my heart to race a little bit faster. By the time my fingers grasped the door knob to my classroom, I thought I was going to pass out. “ Just breathe Jo ” I whispered under my breath. 
 At the bell Mr. Kennedy asked me to stay behind. “ Your report was very well done, in fact one of the best ones this year! I am expecting great things from you Jo. ” He was saying this as he was dialing on his phone. “ I am going to make a recommendation to the directors on your behalf. Keep up the great work. ” At that the conversation was over, he began speaking on the phone with someone, as I walked out of the room though he spoke to the person on the other line. “ Eric, we have another candidate. ” 
 When the day was over and the final bell had rung my hands were back to normal. “ Nerves ” I settled with myself. Parked out in front of the school were two black cars. Mr. Kennedy was standing by the front car, talking to another man. They both looked my way, Mr. Kennedy waved me over. “ Jo, this is Director Wilson, you need to go with him. ” I was confused. On the eve of your awakening you are required to stay overnight in security, due to the unpredictability of which gift you will awaken with, but they usually don ’ t pick you up until after supper, when the parents have called for them. “ What ’ s going on? ” I asked, stepping back. “ What about my mom? What about my dinner with her? ” I was not looking forward to staying in an unfamiliar place, waking up in an unfamiliar condition, being surrounded by unfamiliar people. “ She has been notified of the changes. You must come with us now. ” Director Wilson spoke dryly. He spoke with a tone that told me I had no choice. I could go willingly or he would use his gift, probably mind control. Mr. Kennedy had already opened the door to the back seat. I shuffled my back on my shoulder and stepped into the car. 
 The car ride was quiet. Mr. Kennedy looked out the passenger side window the whole time and Mr. Wilson did not attempt to engage in conversation. I know I should be excited about my oncoming awakening, but I just wanted to be home with mom and dad. We drove for 20 minutes, after a while, the silence was understood. No one dared break the contract. We pulled up to a large building, surrounded by gates and men, guns weren ’ t needed, they had other skills, fire, electricity, who knows, the list of gifts was growing every day. “ You won ’ t be able to take your backpack inside. You will get it back when you leave the facility. ” Director Wilsons voice was like a rock being harshly dropped into a smooth still pond. The peace was disturbed, contract broken. There was no point in taking anything out of my bag; I wouldn ’ t be able to have anything in my dorm. 
 I feel like a prisoner as I am being escorted to my dorm, a grey room with a grey bed and pillow. The bed was iron, welded to the floor. The walls were concrete. There were no windows. I couldn ’ t leave, I was a prisoner. I walked into the room. Mr. Kennedy was standing behind me. “ Don ’ t worry, after tomorrow everything will be better. ” I didn ’ t find comfort in his words. With that he was gone, I was alone and the door was closed. My sentence had begun. 
 I sat on the bed and looked down at my feet. There were marks on the floor that resembled claw marks from a large creature, someone gained the “ gift ” of transmogrification. The floor was littered with the scars of the awakened, scorched, dented, clawed, cracked, occasionally there was a spot of dried, dusty blood. Could it be from an awakened or from a director? Intentional or accident? After about three hours passed in silence and thoughts, there was a blood curdling scream from a dorm down the way. “ Help Me! Help me! Please! ” The sound of a young child, another scream and again the cries for help. This time the cries of that child shifted from high pitched to deep and tortured, someone had awakened as a shape shifter, they too will leave scars on the floor. Soon there were shuffling of feet down the hall, the directors arrived to coach and calm the boy. I swallowed hard. This was going to be a painful event, it was going to hurt, badly. 
 Night descended, but a restful sleep did not. I wanted to be awake when it happened, but as the evening became early morning my eyes began to drop and finally close. 
 Something was wrong. My head was throbbing, my ears were ringing, I couldn ’ t breathe, I was coughing, I was choking. Every time I attempted to take a breath, my lungs were filled with soured air, I coughed again gasping this time. My eyes shot open, the room was on fire! My bed, my pillow, my blanket, were all ablaze, but I wasn ’ t. “ Help! Fire! ” I yelled as loud as I could. I jumped up and ran to the door. “ Fire! ” I screamed this time. I banged on the door and almost instantly the door disintegrated into rubble. I ran out of the room and yelled again “ Fire! ” and instantly the grey bland hallway was red and orange and yellow, engulfed in a flame. People in other rooms began yelling and screaming. A director ran into the hall and waved his hand. Immediately the blaze was gone, no heat, no smoke. “ Get back in your room! ” He bellowed rushing towards me. I looked back to my room, the door had re-assembled and was closed. I was locked out. “ But, but, I knocked it down! ” confused I looked back to him and then back to the door. He grinned. “ No. You didn ’ t. ” He opened the door and guided me back inside. I attempted to sit on the bed, but I missed and fell to the floor. I stood up and attempted once again and once again I fell to the floor. I stood up and looked at the bed and then at the director. He grinned again. “ Think about what you want to do and then do it. ” I nodded and looked at the bed. “ I want to sit on the bed ” I thought. I leaned down, expecting to fall again, but the bed caught me. I looked at the director with surprise. “ Give me your shoe ” he pointed to my foot. I reached down to untie the shoe, but before I realized what had happened my foot was bare and my sneaker was in his hand. “ How did you do that!?! ” I exclaimed. He grinned once more. “ I didn ’ t do that. You did. ” That couldn ’ t be. During an awakening you gain only one gift, but I had two, Fire and teleportation. I looked at the director amazed and confused. He smiled. “ You are a phenom. It happens once every decade or so. You are gifted with multiple gifts, just in your awakening you have expressed two. Traditionally Phenoms have five or six. Your training begins now. Set the room on fire. ” I looked at the room, I thought about his insane request, I thought about what I wanted to do and suddenly, I felt a heat growing inside me. 

