I regularly checked the clock as I waited for my mother to get home. I felt powerful, dangerous, and wild. There was nothing anyone could do to stop me, my heart was frozen, like ice. I heard the door squeak open and I took one last smell of the lime scent in my living room. The gasoline was spread all over the living room floor and I watched the horror on my mother’s face as I dropped the lighter to the ground. We both rushed outside quickly enough to escape the flames, such beautiful flames. Powerful, dangerous and wild, that… was me. I had just done that, with no regrets.