Feel the burn.

    This weather and temperature isn't, in my eyes, particularly the best... because I'm always, always cold, it always takes me ages to warm up and look less like a walking ice cube. Walking home, - well.. speed walking, simply because my fingers and nose would be at the point of detaching themselves from my body. - I walked into my house to find no one home.

     So, like any good daughter, I tidied up. Putting all the dishes away and sorting out some Christmas decorations.

     I lit a few candles because I actually love them, scented of course. - I love the vanilla ones. - By 'a few' I mean about 30 all on the table.
     Naturally I sorted them out so they weren't all together; some of them went on the windowsill and on the table/desk. I had my hair down and lent over the table. - Not going to lie it was a bit of a disaster. - I singed about half of my fringe off; the smell of burning hung within the room. - I felt like screaming and throwing a hundred tantrums at once. If a family member walked in just then, they would've been verbally attacked.
     I inspected the damage to see if anything had changed. The ends of my hair was shriveled and curled beyond repair, from far away I doubt anyone would see it. The smell was stuck on my hair. Thank god for scented candles. The vanilla had slightly masked the burning scent.
     Next time, I will only have three candles alight, with a parent with me, just to be safe. Mainly so I don't burn the house down next time.
~ Soph.