Chapter 6- Oops My Bad

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To say I was a pyromaniac was an under statement. I love fire, that's even what lead to the firetrucks out side our apartment building.

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"I'm going to work, take care of your brother and call the police if your dad shows up. Even though you don't know what he looks like." My mom slammed the door and muttered the last part to her self as I was sitting at the counter painting my black nails.

"Love you too mommy."  I muttered to myself. I got up and went over to the fridge. My brother started to fuss in the other room and I was about to rip his tinny balls off giving him a reason to cry.

I started to walk over to my room when I heard a knock at the door. I walked over and looked through the peep hole and smirked.

I opened it and looked at the fragile small woman standing there with bulging eyes. I swear she could have belonged in a mental hospital. Behind her was some one that look a little like her but less disturbed.

"Angelia?" The person behinde her asked.

"What?" I didn't wanna talk to people right now, well when do I ever?

"Well this is my mom, she is the one that lived next to you-" I cut her off by letting the door slame in her face. I mumbled under my breat a string of words that didn't really connect.

I went back over to the kitchen and pulled my lighter out of my pocket to play with it. I turned on the stario to a Megadeth song and then sat infront of the warm stove.

I ran my finger through the flame slowly just burning it enough to get a tingly sensation. My ideas are never the best in the world though. I desided that it would be a good idea if I lit the kitchen towel on fire.

I would blow it out before it got too big but I didn't like the musty dirty dishes sent it was giving off  so I put the lighter on hte counter and went to the cabanet to get some food. When I turned around I found that I forgot to put out the flame and now the whole towel was on fire and same with one of the front burners.

"Ahhh shit you stupid ass!" I cused at my self. I went over and grabbed the fire thing before the fire alarm went off. Too late.

The alarm went off and I dropped the thing onto my foot makeing me wince in pain. I covered my ears. Why cant I just go to bed now and wake up and it would all be over?

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