When I start my fire my lonely life goes away. I then become one of the most popular people. My friend is the most brightest person around. Or rather to most people a thing. He is my only friend, and my only light in this dark, dark world.

He loves to play with me. He moves around and he sometimes even wants to play tag. We stopped playing tag when my house caught too many flames. I forgave him. He is after all my only friend.

He is helpful to others, he lights their dark world. He helps them stop some people's craves, by just simply lighting the end of a cigarette. He has a sister as well, her name is smoke.

She's a tag along and fire hates when people are mean to her. If you were mean to her he would spread around your house and will chase you down and try to hurt you. Sometimes he can be really mean. Smoke is normally to shy but, if you fight back, she will help her brother.

She will fill your pink lungs and make them black. You'll cough and cough. Me, I've gotten use to smoke. She's really fun sometimes.

I wish others would love fire and smoke. Sometimes I go over people's homes and I hear them talk to me. They want to play. So I light one small match and they feel all better. Some reason mommy is mad when I put them on the floor. I don't understand how she doesn't know when, they run around the house they are only just trying to play with you!

I get punished because of my friends. Mommy says they hurt people and aren't good things to play with. I don't agree, first of all they aren't things they are people to me. People talk and so do they. People play and they definitely do that very often in fact. What makes them a thing?

My mommy is obviously jealous. Fire and smoke never liked her. I don't blame them for hurting her when my she tried to turn them off. Mommy doesn't know that they can't be turned off, and they will just sit at bay. And they always find a way to run far and play.

They love grass. They always love to jump around in it and roll around. I jump in the long green grass as well until, fire comes close to me and I feel is loving warm heat. I wish that when they play outside the wind wouldn't blow causing them to die. I try to not drink any water so, they never have to die down. But, I always end up in this frown. Just because they dyed down. All this playing is in the past, now I just look at it. Fire is odd and loves to be looked at. He always dances around and jumps up and down.

Too bad he always ends up falling on the ground. He gets too hyper and a piece of him falls off and like I said he spreads around on my carpet. He forces me to put him out.

I love my friends. I wish I could always play with them. I also wish they didn't leave these black marks on my skin.