Learning Of An Arsonist

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I put my head phones back in as I crossed over a bridge. I jumped up onto the small area that blocked off the sides. Most the time bridges at the other places I lived, didn't have them. But most of the other places people would jump off and fly. I walked along the small area as the song played. As the music boomed in my ears my mind kept going to the fact I could never master flight. I would jump and try but it never happened. I stood in one spot as the wind blew. I turned around toward the small river running under the bridge. It was a dark blue and small orange fish ran up stream. I looked forward closed my eyes and stepped forward. When I opened my eyes I was standing in mid air. I stepped back onto the small area and turned to see someone smiling at me. "Witch." She snickered under her breath.

"Burn me if you would like." I said bluntly. Her eyes widened as a large smirk grew on her face. She put her arms out pushing off. My hair blew up around my face as I fell. Not moving a muscle I stopped my hair falling into the water. I flicked my wrist and I quickly moved back to where I was. "Now if you would move so I can leave." I jumped down my boots clacking as they hit the ground.

"So you are a witch. Nice to know you witch." The girl said following me. "Let me guess new around here?"

"No." I lied.

"Yes you are. Your house is slowly burning, but is probably almost gone by now." The girl said as she put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it.

"Let me guess your a fire ball. Someone who loves fire. I know what Avila did back there, I know when I get to my house it will look on fire. Except it won't be." I said as I turned the street to go to my house. The house was up in flames and the windows shattered.

"Oh too bad." The girl said as she blew a puff of smoke out. "Oh my name is Weatherly or just Weather."

"Good to know." I said opening the door to the house and the flames disappearing. As I turned Weatherly had disappeared. The only thing left behind was a lit cigarette laying on the floor.

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