A burst of fire spread from a small red carton of fuel nearly burning James’ hand to a crisp.
“Well...” Matthew says ”that could have been worse”
“Everything, could be worse” I say
“Hey, I’m supposed to be the pessimist” shouts James, the idiot who threw the match in.
We all burst out laughing.
“Yes James we know,” I say
Another burst of laughter finally quiets us.
“Well I have to get home.” I say checking my watch
“Already.” complains Matthew
“Ok, see ya.” says James.

I run towards the beach, towards home, as fast as I can laughing about my friends stupidity wonder what bright idea they'll come up with tomorrow.

I rush through the door and up the stairs deflecting my mothers questions with a single sentence: “not right now.”. I burst through the door to my sister and I’s bedroom and rush to my drawing setup: an Ipad with a drawing app on it and a computer filled with saved drawing tutorials. As I settle down to draw, the bible from my sisters pink bookshelf falls from its place on the leftmost side of the shelf. Now where could Jamie be? I wonder picking up the book, guess i’ll just ask when she gets home.