people don't know why my face is screwed up, but i do. when i was little i was in a fire.so people don't have to remind me every day. i know what happend. you can stop wispering behind my back like that. they stare at my face or find the speck of dirt on their shoes so very interesting. only she talked to me like i was a person with a real face. she couldn't have liked me, but she does. that pretty girl. on the vollyball team. with the red wavy hair. who got an A on the history exam. that girl that says:
" he is my boyfriend."
" he has a messed up face."
we call ourselves The Fire Couple. her because of her firey red hair and me because of... well, you know why. also our tempers have something to do with it too...
we don't tell anyone our name for ourselves. it's just for us. because nobody knows fire like we do.