The room is quite cold I must add. Its also has the gross musty smell of blood and death. I almost throw up my small breakfast the first couple times I take a breath. It must be getting dark because my jeans are slowly fading and turning into a dress made of ember and fire.

"Well, well, well. We've managed to catch you, Fire Girl." I scowl at him. The sun must be close to all the way down because my wings are starting to sprout.

"What do you even want." It's not even close to a question. It's more of a frustrated statement.

"Just to talk." By now my wings are fully out and my hair is bright, bright red.

"About what..." I growl. This has been happening since I was a kid. I had these situations down pat. They ask a few questions, get "tough", you ask for a cookie and some milk and you're home free.

"Just about your behavior." I frown at his tone. It's actually very irritating.

"What about it? My behavior is the way a Phoenix like me should act." My eyes, most likely liquid gold, are flaring in anger.

"Oh, someone wake up on the wrong side of the park this morning? That's right I know."

"Quit teasing and get on with it already." I roll my eyes. I hate how he drones on and doesn't get to the point.

"Fine, you're no fun." He says in a baby voice to prove a point but not the one I want to hear.

"Get on with it ready, please." I moan. I start gently rubbing my rope burns.

"I have deal to offer." He says. This intriques me.

"Continue."

"Instead of going to prison, you can go to school until graduation." He purposes.

"What!?" I screach. "Oh no! I'm not going to school!"

"Fine, jail for life is good for me but I don't think you'd look good in orange, but ravishing in sunset." He says, flatery getting the better of him.

"How sweet you are. I wish I could say the same." I add dryly. "I guess school till graduation isn't that bad." I only say this because I'd rather not die before I turn eighteen.

"Good choice. Your first day is next Monday."