I managed to scram outside before she ordered me to do anything else. The smoke was thick in the living room and mother needed a bath; I couldn’t stand the sight of her.
At school, I looked for Charlie but he was nowhere to be found. I know he was pissed off. We’d taken quite the risk the night before, but the exhilaration of it all was too much to pass up, and I wanted more.
“Wendy,” i heard my name. Turning I looked up at Charlie.
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you,”
“Honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to see you,” His face was sheepish.
“Ya, I figured, come here!” I pulled him outside, where we had privacy in numbers; our two voices among too many would go unnoticed.
“I know what we can do tonight!”
“I was afraid you were going to say that!” Charlie countered.
“But get this,” I was almost too excited not to burst, “We burn down my house!”
“What?! Are you crazy. What about your mom”
“I’ll take care of that. Just think, we can blow the oil-tank. BOOM !” My eyes lit up.
His too.