Flame woke up bleary eyed. "Flame?" Squirrel asked in a scared tone. "Squirrel?" Flame asked. "What'z wrong?" "He's at it again," she whispered. Squirrel was an average sized seven year old girl with long messy brown hair and brown eyes. She looked almost exactly like their mother. Flame put his arm around his sister. It was the middle of the night and their dad was yelling and throwing things at their mother again. His mother was a waitress at this old restaurant that was going out of business and the little money she earned his father would blow off on his daily bar trips. He'd be out early in the morning to late at night. Flame hugged his sister tight to himself. He can't do much for his mother but he will do anything to keep his father's hands off his little sister. "It's okay Squirrel. Remember what Mom says?" He said softly. Squirrel nodded. "'Fear has two meanings, Fear Everything And Run or Face Everything And Rise.'" Squirrel quoted. "Exactly. Now, are you going to face your fear or run from it?" Flame asked. "Face it," Squirrel smiled. "Thanks Sparky." She hugged her big brother and fell asleep. Flame, however, couldn't.
                     ***
Flame got out of bed as soon at the sun made his tiny shared room glow with golden light. He got around fast and he and Squirrel left the house. He dropped her off at Shadow Lower Elementary and went to the high school. He stood against the wall of the building waiting for a certain black haired girl to pick on. She walked up, not seeing his as always. He needed to take out his anger and frustration and for some reason she was first target. He walked past her and shoved her to the ground with ease, spilling her homework all over the ground. "Watch where you're goin weirdo!" He shouted over his shoulder as she picked up her stuff and flipped him off. He only laughed and ran up the stairs. "Hey Flame!" One of his football buddies shouted over to him. "Hey man," he said. "What's up?" The guy shrugged. Flame forgot his name. "Nothin much." The bell rang and they split to different classes. He grabbed his books, which he wasn't sure if they were for the right class or not, and walked to the class room. He scanned the room and found Black in her usual seat with Soot in the same row at the front. Flame fell into the back row beside Spider. "Hey how's it going?" He asked and Flame answered with out looking at him. "Fine." He squinted an eye looking at Black. "Dude, you like her," Spider said as though it was common knowledge. Flame's eyes widened and he whirled on Spider. He was blushing like crazy and his face was red. He opened his mouth to say something back but the teacher came in and started roll call. Flame grabbed a straw from his desk and blew spit bombs at Black. She scowled as one hit her shoulder. She gave him a hateful look and slunk down in her seat when one hit her face. He blew another one and her eyes flew wide open. The spit bomb, went right down her shirt. She stood up and slammed her fists on the table. "YOU IDIOT PERV!" She yelled at him. The class busted out laughing and the teacher glared at Black. "Principal's office. Now." Black looked incredulous. Flame was too mortified to speak. He'd been trying to tick her off and get her in trouble and he succeeded but not how he'd planned. Spider was laughing so hard his face was red but he wasn't laughing at Black, he was laughing at his best friend. Soot looked angry and both girls tried to protest. "But-" "Now!" The teacher said again and Black threw her things together and stormed out of the class, slamming the door behind her.
(After school!)
Black never came back. Flame figured she'd been sent home. Spider walked up to him. "So. Spit bombs," he said, holding back a laugh. Flame punched him in the shoulder. "Shut up," he said, trying not to go red again. He said good bye to Spider after he went with him to pick up his little brother from Squirrel's elementary. He walked home with her and they silently snuck in. "Flame? Squirrel? Is that you?" He mother asked weakly. "Yes Mom!" He called and walked to her bedroom. As usual, she was covered in bruises and cuts. "You didn't go to work today did you?" He asked softly. "I couldn't, Flame," she whispered. "Don't blame your father. He's just...struggling." Flame shook his head. She had always made excuses for him. "With what? He's been 'struggling' since Squirrel was born and she blames herself," Flame argued. "He's nothing but trouble." "Don't say that Flame. He's your father." "That man is no father of mine," Flame grumbled and went to his and his sister's room. The door slammed and both children flinched. "FROST!" Maple yelled. Flame could hear his mother scurry and stumble to the small living room and joint kitchen. "Yes?" She asked weakly. He heard a crash and a smack. "LOOK AT THE GROUND WHEN YOU TALK TO ME YOU SOORY EXUSE FOR A PERSON!" Flame resisted the urge to run to his mother. "Flame..." Squirrel whispered. "It's okay...come here," Flame picked up his sister and they sat on his bed. 'Please don't remember we're here,' he thought. 'Please don't talk to Squirrel.'

Hey wazzup?!
This one was sad. And scary. But I did it so yay me.
Hope you liked it!!
Also the uh spit bombs...I felt like I had to do that.
Peace out dudes!!
-Bri