When Sparkle pulled himself to his feet, he was also pulling a birthday sparkler from his pocket, his lighter from another pocket, and just lighting it up, not a care in the world about whether or not he was technically allowed to, right there in class.

"Yeah, so, my name is Sparkle," he announced, in a tone that was just as much a challenge as it was fact. "Really. I was named after one of these things, not some stripper or whatever, so stop thinking it. I'm human, Canadian, I'm almost sixteen, I didn't electrocute myself to make my hair stand up this way so people can shut up about it already, and..." He tilted his head a little, eyes on the sparks that were bouncing from his fingertips. "I don't play harmonica." So there. "I play the recorder. Way more awesome."

If you were in grade six.

He looked up, a little smirk on his face, and the sparkler burned out.