Chris sat on the bench, and waited... the waiting seemed enless.
He kept looking at the purplish light in the middle of the room. For some reason, it drew his attraction as soon as he saw it. He was almost mermerized by the glow... He fell in a profound sleep...
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-Calcifer! What are you doing?! - the kid exclaimed, at the sight of his wooden horse being consumed by flames.
-I'm playing with your horse. - said Chris, calmly. He was holding a bottle of white spirit in one hand, which he found inside a janitor's closet, and a box of matches in the other. The horse's mane was completely burnt, it's head completely deformated by the flames.
-Put out the fire! Put it out! My horsey! - the kid was crying. But nothing could he do. Chris was older, taller, and knew how to fight with other kids. He was feared. He was the bully...
A tall woman came to the place, she was holding a fire extinguisher. Quickly, Chris hid the matches box in his pocket, and dropped the bottle, close to the horse. The spoiled white spirit catched on fire, and the bottle bursted in flames. The woman put out the fire, but Chris was nowhere. She obviously knew who was behind that. It was the third time that month.
Chris crossed the concrete-covered backyard, running past many kids who were playing. The fire would make as a distraction while he escaped. He reached the service door in the side of the backyard, where the concrete ended and the ground and the trees began. It was the only other door that got inside the building, aside from the big ones in the main area of the yard, in which the fire and the woman were.
He quickly climbed the rusty stairs, and entered the building. Once inside, he headed towards the kitchens. Rosa, the hispanic cook, was there as usual. She was the only one that liked Chris. She didn't mind him hiding in the storage room. Noone would find him there. He'd be safe... for now....
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Chris suddenly woke up, right before a robbed man approached...