It was 2 o'clock in the night, everyone was asleep so was I but then suddenly woke up in the kitchen. I got of the table I was lying on, how did I come here? I walked towards the stove. There was a fire lit up in one of the plates. I folded my hands and looked at it, it was beautiful. I never knew why people would call fire bad and all but they never knew about the colors mixed in this that made it beautiful.
Without giving a second thought I placed my hand on I let out a scream when it burned my hand but I didn't dare to move it away from the stove. Instead I switched the stove to the highest setting, it was burning a lot but I liked it. I moved my hand over the fire, I stopped when I was pushed to a wall.
I shook my head, what just happened?
"Its burning!!" I exclaimed as I looked at
