Was all Mick sent as he hung out around the back of the school, having a smoke and playing around with his lighter. He knew he should go inside and maybe attend a class or two but movement didn't seem to be happen. He just leaned back, cigarette lazily in one hand, his lighter in the other. He'd recently gotten more and more infatuated with fire, perhaps to even an unhealthy degree. His first arson had been a bit of a lark that got him tossed in juvie but instead of correcting him, he found himself more drawn in by it.
If only he could get a hand on his dad's lighter fluid... that'd be sweet.
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Was all Mick sent as he hung out around the back of the school, having a smoke and playing around with his lighter. He knew he should go inside and maybe attend a class or two but movement didn't seem to be happen. He just leaned back, cigarette lazily in one hand, his lighter in the other. He'd recently gotten more and more infatuated with fire, perhaps to even an unhealthy degree. His first arson had been a bit of a lark that got him tossed in juvie but instead of correcting him, he found himself more drawn in by it.
If only he could get a hand on his dad's lighter fluid... that'd be sweet.