There'sAFirstTimeForUsAL L.

    "Ebony, come inside." my dad called out to me. I didn't go. "Ebony!" I still ignored him. I wasn't hungry, nor did I feel like sitting in silence, eating my chili, while my father tried to pretend I'm not there by shoving his head in his laptop. Again.
    I could hear him coming out now, the leaves crunching under his boots. Without looking back I spoke quietly to the trees, as he approached my from behind, "I'm not hungry."
    "Excuse me?"
    "I'm not hungry." I said a little louder. Staring at my feet I wondered why he even bothered to act like he cared. I felt a spark of anger flicker in my stomach.
    Dad walked out in front of me, and I could feel him frowning down at me. "Too bad. You need to eat and it's getting dark. Come inside now."
    I felt the anger flicker again, growing larger inside of me.
    "I said now." he growled, grabbing my shoulder and turning me around. The little flame grew. It was a sensation I was used to, living with my dad, but suddenly it wasn't inside me anymore. I could still feel it, but I felt it to the right of me. On the ground, in a fallen tree a few feet over. My dad's tone felt cold to me, as it always did, and then both of our faces were warmed, and not from any change of heart. Not because he actually started to love me- but because the fire that had burst from the tree was right there burning hot, and no longer growing or shrinking. Just large enough to fit in our fire place.
    My jaw dropped and Dad yelped, jumping back from me. All the fury I had felt moments ago, drained instantly in my surprise and brought the flames with it. The trunk of the tree was left completely untouched.