"Fire" I muttered.
"We only have a bottle of water each for the rest of the week, so we can't put it out with water" he said, finding his breath.
"Here take my tops" I shout getting up to trying to help.
"You, will freeze" he said, losing his temper.
"Yeah, or maybe I will burn!" I screamed.
He didn't comment, only glared into the fire.
"OK then pass me my bag and your two tops" he said.
I grabbed them and handed them to him. He was still glaring into the fire. He took his top of as-well. He waved them at the fire as if he was fanning an Egyptian king.
"Its not working" he commented. He turned around.
"Here give it to me" I said, trying not to lose hope.
"Its over. Look, the house is coming down. This is our test, to see if we can survive".
I look back in the fire. The clothes have caught fire. I move over to sit next to him.
"We are going to be OK" I said.
He put his head on my shoulder. I put my hand on his lap. He kisses my cheek. I grab the blanket, wrap us in it as we watch the fire glow.
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Born Bad
Teen FictionThis is all about Stella Murphy and how she goes from being a jail bird to doing something productive...
