My stupid Idea

The flame was in my hand, but the paper just wouldn't catch. It was the sticky stuff that once held the book together. It was getting in the way. I ripped it off and started again. Strike, watch, see if it will catch. I decided I better get something to burn, before I got the pages. I found some leaves and dried pine needles. They did exactly what I hoped they would. They got the pages to light. I lit match after match, trying my luck to see if the flame would get bigger. It did. I notices the neighbors across the "stream" looking imploringly over at where I stood, hovering over my creation. She had a phone, squinting and talking. I figured she had seen enough. I put the fire out and ran. I didn't have to go far, just back in the house. I was scared to death. I stood on my front porch for a little while, five minutes at the most. The cop car pulled closer, pulling into my neighbors drive-way. I freaked. I ran in the house and up to my room like I was being hunted. I smelled of smoke, so I changed in to something better. We were just about to leave when he rang the doorbell. I saw the uniform, and couldn't bear to open the door. I ran up one flight to say it was for the legal guardian. I pissed her off so bad, she just about killed me. She couldn't stand having the fuzz over telling her that two of her kids ain't as perfect as she wants them to be. The following Monday,I was absent from school, cuz they wouldn't let me in. The darn neighbors got me sent to therapy, the whole nine yards. I just wish I could go back change it, so I wasn't on parole right now, denied release every time.