Love never dies

I've foundout very interseting things during my life.And one of them is that lovenever dies...No way. I thought that after a while, love would just...sort of...stop. But it doesn't. Oh hell it doesn't. Every normal school girl who is thought by everyon to be cute (ME), wants love, wants a boy who is cute/good looking, not too geeky, and one who would want you to be safe, tokeep you away from danger. I'mnot thatkind of girl. I wanta guy who wants adventures,just likeme, and adventures=danger. Which, in my opnion and point of view, is fun. I've always had pretty dangerous experiments, like the time when I took pertol and ran to the backyard, grabbed a ligther, drew a heart with the petrol and put fie to it. that was real fun, and also real dangerous. My hair,headand hands could oh burned. Completely. I got yelled at by mum later, of course, but it was still worth it. Basically, what I'm trying to say, is that inmany ways, I'm just different.

But it doesn't end there. I'm in sixthform, taking ALevels, and practically all the girl I see are only interestedin boys. I mean like, come on, get a grip. Some girl are just normal, like me! Okay, no,that doesn't sound right, I am no way nearnormal. But still. 

"Ange! Come here one sec!" I hear Janeece yell at me.We'rein theplayground and I'm reading a magazine. Why does Janeece have to callmenow, when i'm in the middle of an article? I close the magazine and reluctantly make my way towards her anyway.

"Look, I've found myself some pertol, nocomment on how I found it, and I'd like to do that heart thing you told me about." she says. Maybe she's called me for a good cause after all. I grin somuch i think my face'll crack. Thankfully it doesn't.

"I am sooon withyoufor that one!" (AKA, lets' do it!) I exclaim.

"Glad to hear it!" Janeece smiles. I turn to look at Anaïs, a really cool girl who's part of our 'gang'.  I ask her if she'd like to join, but apparently, it's far too dangerous, it would go on our Cv and she wouldn't liketo be caught doing that. Goody-two-shoes! I shrug.

"Oh well, it'll be your loss, trust me!" I exclaime and bend overto see the petrol bottle Janeece is showing me. Hel, I'm burning to askher where she got it from, but I know better than doing so.Her family's a little strange. her older brother seems to find many strange things 'accidently'. Her older sister always runs away from her home. Basically, I might get a weird freaky explanation as to how and where she got it from, so I don't dare ask.

Janeece smiles.

"This is amazing." I whisper. It a big bottle, but that'snot all, it'll make flames freacking pink.Which is just too cool. She nods her agreement andwe sneak into the toilet to plan when,where and how we're gonna do this. When we enter the toilet, toour fake surprise, we find a group of girl giggling staring at magazines. They look at us and look backdown.I'mwearing converses.  Believe it or not, but in our school, that's a sign of respect and many other things. Which I don't neet to tell you.Yet. Janeece and I walk to the far end of the toilet and start planning.

"So at lunch, we'll get out of class early.Somehow, by sneaking out or somethingand we'll pour the petrol in a shape of a heart, it takes five minutes to catch fire, and by then, we'll be back up in class, staring in amazement, right?"Janeece says. Inod. Thhta's our exact plan.I'm intendingon sneaking out of Maths, which should be quick since our teacher's pretty lame and stupid. And blind (not really, but he certainly acts like it).