I met my best friend while putting out a fire, or so I thought. Smoke was coming from my neighbor’s cellar. I ran over and felt the door. It wasn’t hot, so I figured I could handle it and be a hero. Their hose was nearby. I went over, turned it on, threw the door open and wildly sprayed that water.
“What the hell!” someone shouted.
I never saw that girl sitting on the steps. There she was though, hair stuck to her face, mascara running and a broken-wet cigarette dangling from her mouth. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Something funny?” she yelled.
“Aren’t you a little young…” I started to say.
“I’m twelve, thank you!” she said angrily while moving the hair out of her eyes. “My name’s Happiness too. If you got something to say about that, I’ll kick your ass.”
“No.” I smiled. “I think we’re good.”
This was inspired by: M3 Flash Challenge
Word Limit: 150
My word count: 150