Sparkle

The fire roared in front of my face. All I saw was bright orange flames, and the smell of burnt potatoes stabbed my nostrils. I done it again, I burnt my food; however, this was the first time at school. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and vanquished the flames. It took about 3 minutes for all the chaos to become somewhat managed.

"Kimberly. Today, your group gets a D+, I was going to fail you, but I see you know how to properly extinguish a fire so I gave your whole group points. Consider yourself lucky." Mrs. Fisher scolded pointing her red pen at me.

"Yes, thank you." I said quietly.

Wow, I was not up for this humiliation this early in the school year. It was literally the 5th week in, and I managed to make my first high school memory that was going to turn me into the laughing stalk of the grade. Hooray for short attention spans! The warm water drenched the counter, I washed it down and prayed. I also had my entire team on my end for something so pointless. What am I supposed to do, summon a wizard from another dimension to take care of all my mistakes in life? I mean seriously.

"Way to go Kim, now I am officially going to fail the easiest class because of you." Taric groaned.

"Yea, now what am I supposed to write on my college resume? Totally know how to burn down a kitchen." JoAnn complained.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean it to end up this way. And we didn't fail, we got a D+ it's a plus. At least we know how to extinguish fires. Right? That's not always easy." I said trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"This is why no one wants to hang out with you ever, you always have some comment to come after words. You can't just drop a topic. This is exactly why we don't talk anymore!" JoAnn yelled.

I just scrubbed the burnt butter off the pan. I just kept thinking to myself, "It could be worse, don't worry about it." Yet, all I manage to think about is this dumb fire.

...

"Hey sweetheart, how was your day today?" Dad asked, wiping my cheek.

"It was stupid. People, teachers, and just idiots. It's just gross!" I scream and cry.

"What happen this time?" Dad sat me down.

"I burnt all my potatoes and I created a huge fire. I extinguished it and it was pure chaos, and I caused my group to get a D+."

"Hey, for a fire a D+ isn't that bad, kiddo." He giggled.

"That's what I said."

After that I ran into my bedroom and dove into my bed. I wanted to just sleep forever. I had no motivation whatsoever, and had to write an accident form. I felt like I could melt a hole into the ceiling the way I was staring at it. I was just infuriated, confused, and tired. I couldn't let what JoAnn said alone. It kept running through my head; did I really have a comment for everything? The paranoia latched on like a leech, it was impossible to get rid of. I couldn't distract myself from it, everything I did it was right there.

The hours that went by felt like days, there was always another reason why I got out of bed. It was a gigantic mix of bad dreaming, midnight snacking, and social-media stalking. I most likely got about 3 total hours of sleep, but the beeps of the alarm clock didn't seem to phase me. I just turned it off (mark that on the calendar), and continued with my morning rituals. I got my tennis shoes on, and raced my stepmother out the door.The morning seemed to be normal, it just felt off. Like, something was watching me. I didn't know what it was, but I was going to figure this out.

Was it JoAnn? She seemed to have a reason to murder my social reputation, she could too, her stupid big brother Josh. He was a senior, and me being the freshman trash I am had zero say in what they could do. However, that wouldn't be a smart choice on her part, it would be all too expected. Everyone would just phase it off in like a month or so, or just let it go in general. If she was really out to ruin my social look, she would accumulate all of the ammo I feed her and then attack.