I stared at what was left of my home. I remembered the smell of gasoline. I remembered the horror on my mothers face as I dropped the match to the ground. Why would I do that? In the moment I felt powerful. Now I just feel stupid. We had the biggest house in town, and now we have nothing. The police didn’t know that I had set the house on fire, they thought it was a breeze knocking of a lit candle. Mother had been burnt badly as she ran back into the house, I don’t know why. Who runs into a burning building? Who burns a house down?