Rebel_for_rz
I watched the flames as they crackled and screamed as tears were pooling down from my eyes. I could feel the numbing heat blow at me, as I stood there and watched flames swallow my home.. Err what's left of it anyways.
No knows how the fire started. Except for me. My mom she.. hates me and so she poored gasoline around the inside and outside of the house.
I guess she must of went back to get something but got trapped because somehow the house, that held all of my childhood memories, the good, the bad and the in between, caught a flame.
As for my dad well he left when I was eight and had tried to get back into my life when I was around ten, my mom wouldn't let him though and of course she blamed his absence on me.
While she sorrowed herself with alcohol and crying herself to sleep. Till one day she snapped and..I guess that day, was today, I always knew this would happen---well maybe not exactly like this.
I figured she'd just end up kicking me out or me running away, some cliche story like that. Guess not.
Oh well. I guess it's time for me to start over. So I might as well introduce myself to whom ever may listening.
I'm Cassidy but people call me Casey. I have Raven black hair and pale greyish-blue-sometimes-black-eyes. I'm 5'11. And today is my fourteenth birthday. Insert sarcastic "yay" here.