Your Hair Is On Fire


"I'm allowed to stay out for a while yet," I told Elisa, the girl with white hair. "I only know what the last line says. It reads, A Triangle Always Has Three Sides."

"You can't be able to read that, it's taken years for the best experts to decipher!" she replied.

"Says who?"

"Says my book!"

"Well your book is wrong!"

"It can't be!" 

"It is!" I was shouting now.

"Your hair is on fire," said Adelaide, rather calmly for if what she was saying was true. I grabbed a few flaming strands- which really were flaming.

"Ah! My hair's on fire!" I yelled. But a thought came into my head, which I voiced.

"So why am I not burning?"

The End

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