‘‘RUN’’ came a voice from the next room.
I was dizzy from the petrol fumes and didn’t react in time.
Within what felt like seconds the whole room I was standing in was alight.
I hadn’t let on to the local boys that I thought it was wrong.
I wanted to be one of them.
I wanted to fit in.
It was stupid and I will probably always have scars from the third degree burns I suffered.
I’m just glad I’m alive, some of the boys weren’t so lucky.
I’ve never felt the need to fit in ever again.
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