I set fire to the supermarket. Not just me, there were a few of us.

Rabbit and Markus helped. We set fire to the large bins around the back next to the door - we didn't notice the gas canisters that were next to bins. The bins were filled with newspapers and magazines, they went up in a flash, flaming beautiful red and flickering orange the smoke curling black and blue grey with hints of green. The plastic of the bin melted to the ground and we ran as fast as we could. Too late to do anything to try and extinguish the fire we didn't think it would get so big...the damage was done. We ran for about a half mile none stop up the hill, around the supermarket across the road were farmers fields and allotments, we jumped over a dry stone wall and headed for the darkness of the night. Behind us the flames were flickering higher and higher somehow over the roof tops of the supermarket we could feel the heat on our backs as we ran. Markus tripped and fell to the ground, I nearly fell over him. I grabbed Markus by the arm and pulled him to his feet. We climbed over a fence a dog barking savagely somewhere close by. We found shelter in a horse stable which was run down and empty which still smelt of horses and damp straw it was dark and kept us from being discovered. Everything went quite as the dog went silent; the only sound was from the crackling flames. From the stable we could watch in awe as a crowd started to gather and sirens started to drift from out of the night. Then the gas canisters started exploding, shooting off like orange fireworks into the October night sky the crowd scattered and moved as far back as they could. My heart was beating so hard and fast that I could feel my whole body shaking with each beat. I never meant to cause so much damage, never meant to set a fire so big. Markus started to babble "What if someone seen us, what if we get caught? Another Gas canister exploded "Bang...Hiss" it shot off into the sky.

The Fire brigade battled the fire for two hours and then left the supermarket wet and black. From our vantage point on the hill we watched not daring to move - Just mouths open and eyes bright. The police turned up and had asked questions to the dwindling crowd, then seemed to move on, questions un-answered. We didn't head home until one in the morning – over fields and through back streets. My parents went mad with me when I got home - I was 14. What was I doing coming home so late? I told her my friend was having a bonfire in his garden and we lost track of time.

I went to bed and dreamed of fire.