Document C The Shot By Irma I woke up. The alarms were going off again. Tamara was staring out the window. “I have a new power,” I said. “How do you always know?” she asked. “T just know.” I got out of bed. I grabbed a clay mug off the dresser and dumped some earrings out of it. “Think anyone will miss this?” I asked. Tamara looked and shrugged. I thought of the power of fire and the mug melted in my hand. Tamara was still standing by the window. “Maybe it’s not a drill,” I said. It took a second for her to speak. “Yeah,” she said. “It’s not a drill this time.” “How do you do it?” I asked. “What?” “You're always cool.” Tamara shrugged. “Your jacket,” I said, holding it up. She smiled. “I won’t need it today. What’s your new super power?” “Tcan melt things, but I can’t do it from a distance. I have to touch them.” Tamara nodded. “Is there a fight coming?” I asked. “I don’t know yet.”