Ruined. Gone, demolished. The house at the foot of the hill was on the ground, suffering from the ashes. The few items I managed to salvage were useless, except for my dog, Patch. The golden hair that stood on end on my head was covered in a deep shade of gray and black. I coughed a little and looked at my mother. She was in tears. Honestly, the fire was an accident. I didn't want to get angry. It just happened. She was shouting and my two siblings Amelia and Gerard joined her, then my father intervened and started shouting at me too, so I got angry and knocked over the candle. I thought it was one of mom's fake battery-powered candles. Not this one, the real one. And the house burned to the ground. “Celia! You're joking, I hope?" My father was the first to yell at me as our town's eight firefighters made fire scream at the water. "Celia, you're an idiot! You couldn't control your stupid temper and look what you did,” Amelia shouted. "You've gone too far this time, Celia." Gérard spat. I knew I was in trouble because they kept spitting my name in the vein. " Sorry. » I mu...