For now, I want to talk about the best day of my life. As I said, I was 12. Amy was 13, and boy did she act it. She was starting to grow into independ...nce, and she took every opportunity to rebel against her mother. She was also starting to grow physically, something which I constantly envied. It was mid July, the summer before I entered 7th grade. I was spending the day, like most other days, at Amys house. Unlike most other days, though, today we had to ourselves. Amys dad was at work, and. “Sure. Sours or Seven-and-Sevens are fine.” He looked at his daughters, both of whom had glasses with dark bubbly liquid in them. “That better be Coke, you two.”Jack laughed. “You’re safe. The last teenage girl I got drunk I ended up marrying. I’m not that silly!” Becca laughed and punched him in the arm. Jack stood and went to the wet bar. “Do you ever drink your whiskey straight? Becca and I always do a shot or two first, and then make cocktails afterwards.”Adam looked at his wife, who made a. I wrapped myself in a towel and walked into the living room. Devin was watching tv sprawled out on the couch, but he perked up when he saw me wraped in only that towel. ‘Uh, your clothes aren’t ready yet.’ ‘Do you have something I could wear until then.’ ‘y-yeah yeah.’ I couldn’t help but smile when he ran up the stairs muttering ‘oh my god! oh my god! oh my god!’ He came back a few mintes later holding a large tshirt that would come down to my knees. I took the shirt and hugged him. ‘Thanks. Men and women had learned to control it through centuries of trial and error. They knew how to keep it alive, how to create it, how to keep it within their grasp, and how to destroy it should the need arise. And so with the strange symbiosis that fire and humanity shared, it held a mesmerizing effect for those who chose to look it in the eye. Such was what Bryan was observing. Every person in the room was totally absorbed into the lifelike flickering of the flames.Bryan looked from face to face.