Fire Starter

Ryan Keith Johnson

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            Gary August stared outside the window looking across the grass and trees to watch the sunrise.  A collage of colors coursed there way out in pink, red, and violet.  It was a morning like no other and for Gary it was going to be a special day.  He scratched his scruffy chin with his finger.  His grey eyes revealed that he was strung out, angry and hadn’t gotten any sleep.  His dirty, black, hair drooped over his eyes and ears as he noticed a few snowflakes fall next to his window. 

            It was mid January and not a day sooner to spring.  Tears rose in his eyes as he heard the enchantment of his class mates ridiculing and beating him up. He would have been sixteen this February if they wouldn’t have changed him into the angry carnage, which brought wind to his life.  Gary inhaled his cigarette as the window fogged up and the memories became alive.  He remembered every morning being the same for school.  Every step of the way to Ever Grove High was nothing, but a never ending rape of being in high school with stupid jocks.

  “I didn’t deserve the crap that I got.  I never caused anyone harm nor did I tease anyone,” his voice was rough with rage as his hands shook.  Just because I’m different doesn’t give anyone the right to persecute me. I have the right to exist and to learn,” his lips trembled as the words shot to the air like fire and he thought back to the days of innocence.  

            His cold empty hand reached for the combination lock as he twisted and turned it.  He turned his head to see the girl of his dreams, Jackie.  He loved the way she parted her long brown hair and the way her brown eyes said hello with out her saying a word.  When she did speak they served as music in itself.  The way her thin lips flexed and gestured each syllable.