Wildfire

Introduction

Words can sure spread like wildfire.

The whispers never end from the moment I wake up to the moment I'm dead asleep beneath my bed sheets. Low hushed voices exchange all across town about the so called 'travesty'. Though, if you ask me, I considered that a tad dramatic. Everyone had something to say. If you weren't talking about it then you most likely would've heard about it. There was no escaping the word on the street. Worry fell over the people like a plague racking them from the inside out til they were quivering in their boots.

All because he was coming back.

Talk has even made it to our school though I know for a fact no one there knows him. My knowledge about him were as limited as they could get, but I knew enough to know no one from my school had any personal contact with him. From the information I've been able to gather all I know is that he used to be my neighbor, but I don't remember him. Quite frankly I don't even think I met him. He's four years older than me and moved out of town by the time he was thirteen and I had been nine. People usually would assume by that we meant him and his family. In his case however it was just him shipped off to who knows where.

Ever since then no one has ever seen him again. Apparently he had quite the reputation though. Misbehaving, starting fights, ending fights, being disruptive, and whatever else it was those women at salon had said. He didn't have much of anything like friends or family. At home it was just him and his mom whom he seemed to have a strongly resented. For the most part he was very to himself but managed to snag four friends, most of them who I also don't know.

Except for one just cause she lived a block or two down away from me and people like to talk. Amoriel Jarsdale. Very beautiful, very mysterious, very stoney, and very hard to miss. Back when she was younger her and him seemed inseparable like two peas in a bod. She's twenty two now, but I'm sure she'd heard the news. I can't help but wonder what she thinks. Especially at times like now.

His name is Kaelias Warrick and today was the day he was returning back to Mount Silas street.

So talk about him were at an ultimate high higher than before and other than family I was basically going to be the first face he was going to see now that he's back. Why? Well it all started last night:

The dinner table was dressed in its usual checkered white and red cloth. A big plate of meatloaf at the center for anyone willing for the taking. It was the typical dinner. We talked about school, we talked about our day, we talked about friends, and we talked about the next thing we were planning to do as a family. I talked about how I won my last soccer game and how I got an A on my chemistry test. Simple chatter that was quickly ruined by my older brother.

"I've heard Kaelias Warrick killed a guy before"

"Zacharias!" Mom hisses from across the dinner table. Her dark hair up in a bun with a few loose strands stuck to her cheeks from the summer heat just beginning to set in. Dad seizes from putting a spoonful of meatloaf into his mouth to scowl at Zach. It seems even in my own house talk about the 'discrient' seemed inevitable.

"It's not nice to spread rumors, Zacharias. You're not a child" My dad scolds but that doesn't wipe away an ounce of the smirk still plastered across his face. Those blue eyes he inherited from Dad glimmer with mischief and a subtle message that he was just getting started. Zach leans back in his chair slouching and rests his hands behind his head.

"I'm just sharing what Patty told me" He retorts.

"Old women next door Patty?" I ask then frown when he nods. "Patty is like the sweetest person I know. There's no way she'd feed into the gossip"

"Look around you, Sare. Everyone is feeding into the gossip" He counters back at me like it's the most obvious thing in the world. That smirk still present and cocky on his face. Zacharias is the type of person who liked to step on a few toes just to see what would happen. To put his hand in the fire just to see how long he could last and how much it would hurt him in the end. If danger were to ever come knocking on his door - running would be the last thing he'd do. If anything he'd probably try and flirt with it.