Well, yeah. He couldn't help but think he made a mess of most everything, putting many in danger.

Lila soon went silent as Miss Becka marched out into the yard. She began yelling about Lila not supposed to be out there.

Peyton stood between Miss Becka and Lila, though he was just a cute pouty boy that ... really made no difference.

Even though most people didn't want him around?

Yep.

Suddenly... the little Peyton got angry. Like, very angry.... Very angry, as in he went up in flames. He caught fire.

Oop-.

"Huh," was all Puck said.

The little boy ended up burning the patch of grass around him, Miss Becka screaming.

A kid ran and got a fire exstingisher, and ran back and sprayed Peyton till he was a little snow man.

Lila clearly was shocked.

Of course. Puck just watched.

Peyton coughed white stuff, trying to shake it off himself.

Miss Becka pushed Lila back through the fence and told the other kid to take Peyton to the 'calming room'.

The kid nodded, picking Peyton up carefully at arms length and carrying him to a room. It was down a set of stairs and then into a dark room of all metal. Peyton was put in this room, and the door was shut.

Peyton sat, crying now. He didn't like this room.

Puck shuddered. He didn't like it, either.

Jason had to look away from the memory, fists clenching wads of grass so tightly they burned in his fists to flakey ash.

Peyton crawled around until he found a small light. it was little and only lit the corner of the room. He rolled around a little until all the foam was squashed and or off. He laid on his belly, his clothes burnt badly all over but still there. He looked at his little hands, tears streaming his tiny face. His freckles were dark blue.

Puck frowned.