Chapter three

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(Alex)
Violet was a little more chipper after lunch and she went to the back room to put the food in a safe place, now time to play with fire, just like my dear mother taught me. Hah, I don't have a mom. Wait... Mary Ann? Nevermind it doesn't matter.
I almost ran to my workshop, but I speedwalked instead because Mary Ann doesn't like us running in the halls. I actually have a huge shelf of different fire detonated explosives. The stuff I haven't upgraded yet or took the powder from is in a box, neatly put in order from most dangerous [huge fireworks that could kill someone if you held it in your hand] to the least dangerous [smoke balls and such]. I have this one that I'm really proud of, it's called Lightning Bolt. I named it that because it has a 2 minute smoke bomb which ignites a crackler and then a huge explosion that could potentially explode a person into a fiery burst of death. Mary Ann made me make that one outside and to be completely cautious, and put a full 3 foot fuse on it.
I don't know what got me into explosions, maybe it was a childhood memory of the other children breaking down my mud houses, so I blew up their mud houses. Violet says it isn't good to be near highly flammable things, like me hugging nitrogliserin. Oh yeah, this house a year ago had a gallon of the stuff, it also had a body in the metal box but we don't speak of that.
After a little while my new bomb was complete, that house we went to had just what I needed. Looking at the finished product, I wonder where Violet is. It's pretty late at night but she hasn't come by to check on me since dinner. I pick myself off my bench and head out to the roof, where I have an overwhelming feeling she's there. I opened the door and her tent is right there, slightly lit by a lantern. Sure enough, I found her sitting with her head tilted up, at the slightly cloudy sky.
"Heyyyy, angsty emotional times I presume?" She gave me this annoyed look and I stepped inside.
The mesh ceiling was clean and the air smelled nice. I sang the most annoying song I could to break the peace.
"THE COCONUT NUT IS A GREAT BIG NUT, BUT THIS DELICIOUS NUT ...IS NOT A NUT!"
She elbowed me hard and I fell over and gasped for air. She has to like this, me, moaning in pain.

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