He was a hothead.
He was always so vibrant so alive.
The flame was always there just hiding under the surface.
It would flicker to the surface at the smallest of things. Someone staring at him to long and it would roar to life.
When the fire burned bright he had no choice but to move with it.
The dumb kid who couldn't keep to themself would make some dumb remark and the fire would roar through him and his fist would slam into the kid again and again till it simmered down.
It flared when his parents sat him down with that disapointed face and the same spiel.
The flame made him want to smash things and people.
Made him want to scream and yell.
The fire made him feel violence was the only answer and a brilliant one at that.
He earned suspension after suspension.
But that was mere fuel to the fire
He burned some of the fire through sport.
But when he was put on the sideline for someone else.
The fire crackled angry and sharply. HOW DARE THEY?
He broke the kids leg.
Let's see the kids take his spot now.
He was kicked of the team, he was apparently to dangerous.
With that small mercy gone, so was that softly pattering of rain keeping his fire in check.
He became fire, raging out of controlling burning everything in his path.
There was no way to contain his wild fire.
