Flames

The crispy burnt smell wasps up through the air,

all I can do is stand by and stare,

the yellowish-orange and red flames sprout everywhere,

as for the the girl in the wheelchair I think she has much bigger problems then the color eye shadow she will wear,

The alarms flashes and blares,

people run,

others walk slowly as if they don't care,

some people smile as if this is simply fun,

some kid in the kitchen spilled vegetable oil all over a hot stove,

what did they teach them in the cooking class anyway,

the smoke rose up in the air forming a cloud of grey,

the kid who started it was now throwing oil at it and was doing everything wrong today