Fire Starter

Chapter Two

"I fear oblivion."

-Augustus Waters

[The Fault in Our Stars; By John Green]

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The only thing that kept running through my mind was the dark headed boy, with the leather jacket.

It's not that I liked him, I just wondered if he were gonna go around this small town sharing my secret. Because back in the day, this town believed in burning people at the stake when accused of 'witch craft.' I don't believe they would kill me considering common sense and laws nowadays... I would just become more of a freak than I already am to everyone. But even if he did share my secret, would people believe him? Not that I should care... Or would he just look like some psychotic fool?

The fact that he chased me is pretty psychotic... I mean, if you asked me.

I don't remember much of how his face looked, incase I later decided that I wanted to hunt him down to kill him or to torture the poor guy. But if he'd appeared, for some reason I would know exactly who he was.

All I could remember was the leather jacket, jet black hair, stupid brown eyes, and tan skin; if I do recall, there might've been a small bird tattoo somewhere... His neck maybe? I could also guess that he owned a motorcycle too, and smoked cigarettes-- though he didn't smell of them.

It's all the typical Badass look.

The characteristics of himself in general were pretty decent giving that I am similar in the characteristic category. Though we were alike, appearance wise... He was way more attractive.

Like Shane, -I think that was his name- I, as well have black hair. It falls straight down my back, and just passed my waists... It always gets in the way so I almost never really let it down, and sometimes I cut it to my shoulder blade, but it just never seems to stop growing. It's irrevocably straight... Even if wet, it doesn't curl. I won't say I hate it, because at least it's easy to tame. There's usually a parting in the middle of my head, that makes my hair hang down like a curtain, but today it was in a bun, thank God.

His hair was curled into a quiff... It looked as if hairspray held it in place ever so perfectly. For a second- just a second, I wondered what his hair looked like when he woke up, when it was completely disheveled, and flat.

Unlike him, I have grey eyes that is quite peculiar when compared to my dark hair. People normally have dark hair and dark eyes, or light hair and unless you had the exception of pretty eyes, then it didn't matter what color your hair was... But apparently there was nothing good going for me.

And unlike him, I have pale skin.

I could have at least been born with tan skin to fit the range of my hair and eyes.

Could've...

Oh, well... You learn to cope with your unrefined looks within each and every passing day.

When I get mad or sad, my grey eyes get a pinch of green in them which is strange, considering they're, well.... Grey.

When I say grey, I don't mean, "Oh she has white eyes! What a demon!"... No.

They're just really really really light blue.

I wear big nerd glasses, that are prescription, with a black frame. So, I never looked that peculiar when my glasses are present to take the attention off of my eyes. The lenses are so big-

Wait a second, I thought. My glasses!

I dropped them in the alley.

Oh no.