Shorts, Sheets N' Shit

Evelyn

That house... I never liked that orphanage. The people there didn't like me. I made sure they didn't. And now, I made sure they'll never tell anyone what I did. I was just a little girl, in front of a flaming house. No one was going to accuse me of starting it. Even if they did, what were they gonna do? Put a kid in jail? I smiled, and the flames, rising high into the sky. So high, you'd think the clouds would part where it flicked it's wisps. The house began to crumple underneath it's weak infrastructure. The crash of wood and brick into itself made a wonderful sound, sure to keep the smile on my face for days to come. But, perhaps it was the first moments that were more satisfying. Flicking the match onto the ground, and watching the people inside run around, like ants in a drowning colony. The windows were locked, as were the doors. And oh boy, was it fun to watch them pound on the door, screaming for help. They had it coming. Maybe the best part was when the Head Mistress saw me, and screamed my name in rage. She had finally figured out who was putting her to her demise, but all to late. She couldn't tell anyone. She was too busy burning alive with the rest of that horrid places miserable inhabitants. Or maybe the best part was seeing the ambulance, then firetruck, then police quickly roll into the street. It was wonderful, watching them hopelessly spray the building down, with tears in their eyes. I didn't care about what that place was. Orphanage or not, they shouldn't have gotten me angry. Too late to apologize now, Mrs.Tuft.