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Calla's pov:
2 weeks later :((
"Calla, this the sixth fire you've set in the past 12 days." Illeya said from outside my door.
I found a massive stash of matches in one of the cupboards downstairs. I fully intended on burning this place to the ground.
"Okay, so?" I called out, striking another match and placing it skillfully by the curtains.
The plush white curtains caught fire immediately, and the door to my room flew open to reveal Illeya, with a retarded little fire extinguisher.
He pulled the pin, spraying white foam all over my precious little flames.
I glared at him, "why do you have a fire extinguisher?"
He shook his ink black hair, "because of psychotic bitches like you, that try to burn down our home."
"Your home." I corrected, striking another match and throwing it a
