I nervously take my seat, wondering what could go wrong.
My hair could burn.
My eyebrows could burn.
My clothes could catch fire.
The whole room could catch fire.
I sigh.
"You look like you're gonna be sick. Are you okay?" Asher asks.
No.
I nod my head yes.
Asher skeptically raises his eyebrows, but he doesn't pry.
He wasn't going to get any answers anyway.
"Alright class, turn on the burners." My teacher says.
I quickly tie my hair back, then gesture to Asher to turn on the fire.
He turns the dial, and an orange flame is produced.
I look around the room, and see multiple flames.
I don't like this.
Not one bit.
So much could go wrong.
And that's when I smell something burning.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
