Aria sighed. She might as well share her quarter of it, then. "And I burned three of the prettiest girls in my middle school." Aria whispered. "I burned them, and two lived but were disfigured terribly, and the other... didn't survive." Her eyes filled with tears and her bangs fell over her eyes, hiding them. "I was nine years old. Every single day they'd tease me and taunt me and keep me outcast and... just before christmas break, I snapped. I flung them up in the air in gym class and left them hovering there and burned them and I laughed and laughed and cried and cried until the fire sprinklers came on and put out the fires and I was too exhausted to keep them in the air. Then they were loaded onto stretchers and I was blindfolded and taken in handcuffs and ankle shackles to a mental hospital, and they put me in a straitjacket for a week and the psychiatrists wouldn't even come into my cell, they'd talk to me through a speaker system from outside my room."
Aura put an arm around Aria's shoulder. "And I humiliated half of the football team my freshman year of high school. They invited me to a party, said it would be me and a whole bunch of other girls and there would be plenty of chaperones provided. As soon as I got there I realized my mistake, but it was too late. Before I figured out my freezing power, so I couldn't really do anything. They... hurt me. And I took it and said nothing, and the next day I was walking home from school with them as an "escort" to "make sure that nothing bad happened", and I took them through the park and levitated them into the trees and tied them up with friendship bracelets, levitated the clothes off of them, and filled their lungs and... other places... with so much helium that they talked squeaky for a week. And I just left them there in the middle of winter." She hiccuped, laughed, started crying. "It would be funny if it hadn't been in revenge. If I hadn't wanted them to die slowly and as humiliated as they could be."