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Omair Kapadia CREATIVE WRITING

“ Just light the stupid match” Mohammed said as he handed the match to me. “ its your idea so why don’t you do it?” I replied “ Fine he said” he pulled his hand back to light the match. Everything was all fun and games for me and MO. Life was the best it could be. We were five years old and even kindergarten was a joke. Our parents were best friends and that was passed down to us. See mo had a brother, older obviously and because he was so daring we wanted to be like him. We were five years old you couldn’t blame us. So we started the matches in his room. We lit the matches and watch it burn blowing it out at the last second. I don’t know why but we laughed at it. At that time it was the most funny thing ever. Once again five…..cant blame us. We just sat and kept on watching the flame near our hands. Then we were down to one match so we decided to go to Mo’s parents room. Such a coincidence…one match …one room left it all seemed to be like a story. I lit the match and watched with a grin a foot wide. We felt like devils I still remember our eyes were watering by the heat the match was giving off. Slowly the fire reached my hand and I was waiting for mo to blow it out. In the midst of all this Alena Mo’s cousin crawled in the bedroom peering over our shoulders. Finally mo blew the fire out and then it all went south form there. We turned around to walk away and we both saw a flash in the mirror. Turning around we saw Alena inches away from a fire that was all over the bed. “ Holy crack!” we both screamed. Part of me wanted to run away and part of me wanted to stay to save Alena. We saw her beautiful green eyes watering and the good side took over me just then. Too late… Mo ran in and grabbed her stealing my spotlight but I was stubborn. I wasn’t going to let him be the solo hero. Grabbing a mug from the dresser I ran into the bathroom. Now my eyes were watering again but this time it was for real. The mug filled up and I ran back to throw it in the fire. Mo caught on and started pouring hands into his three inch hands and threw it at the flame which by now had eaten the bed. Like that was going to help but earlier we saw sponge bob do it and we knew it would help. We still laugh at that. Anyways back to the fire. Flames everywhere and our eyes pouring out tears we knew we had lost. All I was thinking was how to tell my mom it was a Mo’s fault. Now way out. I heard footsteps and then a siren. Mo’s aunt ran upstairs screaming. “where the hell is my daughter?” her eyes were about to fall out when she saw the flame. More screaming and then a thud, a deep voice came from downstairs. “ Is anyone here?” a strong noise came from downstairs. The firemen came downstairs and rushed us all outside. We stood outside looking like idiots staring at the house. I had a bad feeling about what was going to happen. I knew I felt a beating coming around. My aunt wouldn’t hit me or…BAM then it came. The first blow was to mo and I think I felt it. He spun like a doll and his aunt was screaming at him. I was cracking up inside. I got out of it without a scratch. And then whap. I felt a hand across my face and I was stunned. Both of us crying again. 2 cars pulled up and my mom and Mo’s mom stepped out of the car. I swear I saw our moms come out with boxing gloves. They walked up by the time the firemen had put out the flam. they told our parents that the fire took out the master bedroom and then Mo’s stupid aunt points at us. “Those idiots did it” she screamed. Yes that is a great way to help two kids learn about the world. This time I was the lucky winner and got smacked first. My mom started with two rights and then a strong left and I was out. With the corner of my eye I saw Mo’s mom wind up her hand like a baseball pitch and bam a strong right hand and he was next to me. I was pretty sure humans ran out of tears but I was wrong. Again we cried and awaited our consequences.