We were in chemistry.

Mr. Kinsey put us

in the same group.

But that surely

was bound to be a mistake.

While I was mixing the substances,

my own eyes following my every moment,

making sure that I was doing it right,

you picked up the candle

and I didn't see you

until it was too late.

Though my hair was in a pony tail,

you had set it on fire.

I was freaking out,

and accidently spilled my mixture

into your lap.

Everything after that,

was chaotic.

Girls were screaming,

guys were swearing profusely,

and Mr. Kinsey was running about in horror.

My black as night hair was burning with flames.

I didn't even want to see it.

Seconds passed

before Mr. Kinsey put out

my burning hair.

He glared at us,

yelled,

and gave us a week's worth of detention.

Tears stung my eyes,

as I felt the damage

the fire did to my hair.

But as Mr. Kinsey handed us

our detention slips,

I thought to myself

I'm fine

I'm fine

I'll be fine.

| Dedicated to @Claire_The_Bookworm for believing in the words I have to say and the thoughts I have to express |