Spice of Your Life

By Allie the Epic7

Part 1of 2

"Oh, that poor child," the voices echoed around her in tones varying between pity and disgust. "To lose her parents in a fire… You don't think she watched then go, do you?"

"She could have," Another nurse from the hospital sneered. "The little wench probably set the fire herself. The freak is well known around town for being obsessed with fireworks and fires; my kids told me so!"

"You shouldn't say things like that! She's only 5!" The two nurses left the hospital room, never realizing that little Sara Sosoamro had heard everything they said.

~*S*~

"Sara, you can't keep doing this!" Nine-year-old Sara glared at the orphanage's therapist, lips pressed in a thin line. "Just because you saw Billy bullying another kid doesn't make it right for you to set fire to you room! Someone could have been hurt!"

"Who said I did it?" She snapped. When she got a hold of the little snitch who told…

The therapist sighed and pushed up his bottle cap glasses. "Several children saw you running away with a smile on your face. Sara, why do you keep trying to ruin your life?"

She stood abruptly from her chair, green eyes alight with suppressed rage. "Oh, I was just having a little fun," Sara grinned cruelly. "Not my fault if you sheep don't have enough spice in your life." And with that, she stormed out of the room, never knowing that she was just rejected for Whammy's House for mental instability.

~*S*~

Eleven year old Sara smirked as she went about booby trapping the headmaster's desk. This would teach that stupid old sheep not to suspend her again. She only threatened that idiot because he was bullying a first grader. Then he had the nerve to say she started the fight when he had watched the entire thing! He needed something extra special…

The smirk grew as her eyes landed on the content of one of the drawers. A wedding band, left in the desk to see a mistress or for safe keeping. But that didn't matter now.

Putting the ring in her pocket, Sara finished setting up her homemade 'naughty bomb.'

~*S*~

Hands clapped over her mouth, Sara, now 12, was desperate to keep her sobs in as she was constantly kicked in the stomach. She couldn't let them see how much they were hurting her. "Think your better than us!?" they jeered. "At least we have families! Your's died in a fire you set!"

When they finally left to go pick on someone else, she vowed to be strong. She'd excel at everything—academics, martial arts, technology. And she'll never be weak again.

~*S*~

The 14 year old, small for her age, paced back and forth in her room, brown hair tangled and tears silently dripping down her face. The man who had set fire to Sara's parent's house had been found, tried—and found innocent! Apparently there was 'a lack of evidence' to prove him guilty. Bullshit! She'd been watching the entire trial on the TV, and there was plenty of evidence! So how did he escape justice!?

Sara trembled in pent up rage. People who escaped the law… People who make their victims suffer with the knowledge that they could strike again… THEY ALL DESIRVED TO BURN!

Dedicated to the real Sosoamro, who is a homeless person I live with (joking… she's an internet friend.)