They were being held in the drama room, the one with balconies, random props on the semi-circle stage, and theatre seats. Guards were posted at the door as news reporters clamored outside of the doors, trying to get in. Ana bit and worried her bottom lip, fingers flicking a couple of times. Her red hair flared past her shoulders in curls, reaching to midback. A red shirt with KISS written on the front, black skinny jeans, and red ballet slippers made up her attire. She paced the stage, nerves jingling in her system. Her iPod was connected to her hip, a red case over it. The black turtleneck under her t-shirt kept her warm, even though it was almost summer. The school had always been bleak and unbearably cold to her.
Ana had accidentally set her teacher's desk on fire by snapping her fingers. Everyone had started screaming, putting the desk out, and now the fire department was investigating the science lab. It wasn't her fault that the man was aggrivating! His stupid papers and formulas had been /dying/ to go up in flames!
And when he'd prodded her temper, they'd just blown sky high. Now everyone knew she was a 'super', or a 'special person', and they had locked her up in the drama room. She'd heard that a few other kids were coming as well, and that made her even more nervous. She was the shy little violet, she didn't do crowds, boys, or people in general very well. She stuttered, and to be an anime freak, and make a reference, she was like Hinata off of Naruto.
Minus the weak heart and chakra, her personality was kin to her's, at least when it came to fainting. She was strong, and she knew what her training at home had taught her, but when it came to people other than her family, she was a fool. A stuttering, red headed fool, but a fool none the less.
She called it the Hinata Personality Disorder, or HPD. She'd gotten a few people to believe it was a real disease too. Nerves almost uncontrollable, Ana stretched her arms and legs, tossing her iPod onto her backpack after hooking it up to the speakers.
Santana and Rob Thomas blared from the speakers and Ana spread her legs and arms apart on stage, making her body relax. Facing her palms outward, her nails bled from their unpainted status to a deep red before fire flared from her fingertips. She let the fire consume her hands before sliding into a stance, holding a gigantic ball of roaring fire in front of her. It rolled and roared, before she pulled it towards her. The fire consumed her body, playfully running up and down her legs and body. To anyone else, she'd look like she was caught on fire. To a person who knew their mythical species, it would click she was one of the fiery spieces of magic.
Ana was a fire sprite, to put it bluntly. She could shrink her size to be her name sake, a sprite, and control her element, which was fire. Parts of the stage's floor started to smoke and singe around her as she practiced making a sphere of fire around her form.
