Emily watched her best friend start a fire in her bedroom, and tried not to panic. The rubbing alcohol she had doused the shirt with burned bright blue with sparks of yellow and red. Her brows furrowed as she followed a thin trail of smoke traveling up to the ceiling before vanishing into a tiny hole she'd never noticed before.
"The combination of the astringent and the heat from the fire should destroy anything usable," Amy explained, sounding like their chemistry teacher. "And the salt and water that I wash it in will take care of the rest."
"Why would you use your vanity mirror? And why in your bedroom?" Emily asked, noticing green, teal and pink showing up in the dancing flames that she knew should have been nearly invisible. Rubbing alcohol fires are incredibly dangerous for that re
