“Look at her last video. She posted herself lighting a match before her high school was lit on fire. Someone died in the fire. She killed someone.” I hear an alarm going off. I think a fire exit was just opened. She plays the video of me lighting a match. I watch my fingers drag the match and it spark. “Do you remember what all this is about?” she asks. I don’t reply. I hear ringing. She looks at me. “Are you okay?” she asks. I smell burning. I stand up. “I need to use the bathroom.”
WHAAAAAAAAT
