Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days. Days of misery, where you were forced to look after the schools delinquent, Derek. He was a wild card with no filter.

Not even an hour into the school day, the fire alarm goes off and you know exactly whose responsible. You rush through the halls, only to freeze momentarily.

In his hands, were an empty packet of matches. He was just standing there in the hall, looking at something in amazement. You came closer, and finally saw it. Everything that mattered to the school was going up in flames. Records, tests, medical files... You knew you were going to get it later, you were supposed to be watching him.