kamille smith

Catch Me on Fire

The living room is on fire, and I swear it’s not my fault. Well, maybe a little bit, but I didn’t actually light the flame. I may have ignored the first few loud pops outside my bedroom, but I wasn’t in the mood to check. I thought, “Hey, Felix is old enough to not do something utterly ridiculous”, but I was wrong. When the cheers of my brothers joined the pops, I knew something wasn’t right. I opened my door to a firecracker exploding right at my feet. I screamed and I could hear Felix laughing in the background.