Little Rebecca was too scared to say even that much. She didn't even have time to think up a good story. 'M-Mommy!' The older of the two, Ashley, shouted as she jumped up. Thank my lucky stars for my superb hearing and quick reflexes I just barely made it back to the couch in time. Knowing we weren't allowed to so much as open the fireplace without supervision, I had immediately retreated, returning to my previous spot on the couch, just a mere five or six feet away. We had been enjoying burning small bits of paper, using the brass pokers to hold them over the flames like marshmallows.They hadn't heard their mother open the garage door, like I had. At the sound of her voice, the two girls jumped up in horrific surprise, abandoning their pokers and paper in the forbidden fireplace. 'Ashley! Rebecca! What the Hell do you two think you're doing?' My friends' mother shouted as she re-entered the living room from the garage.
