Sorting Her Out

I stood, staring at the flames as they engulfed the building.
The shop was on fire….and it might have been my fault.
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“We’ve warned you countless times Elizabeth, sort yourself out or certain consequences will take place. And what do you do? You set a damn shop on fire! What were you thinking?” Father yelled.
“It wasn’t me!!” I tried to argue.
“Save it young lady. I’ve heard enough from you for one day. Go to your room.” He commanded.
Without anything else to do I stumbled upstairs and sat listening to their mumbled conversation.
“What are we going to do?” Mother asked.
“Behavioural School. That ought to straighten her out.”