Margaret walked into the file room, still mad from the stupid people at work today, she shoved the paper she had into a drawer. She walked around the corner to a chair and sat down for a bit. “Ouch!” She looked down and saw her hand lightly flickering........It was on fire! She stood up looking around, not sure what to do, she looked at the table and saw a small burnt mark on the table. “Oh, no!” She was not sure what to do.
Margaret sat down at home. “Leave no evidence.” Was the last thing her boyfriend, well, her ex-boyfriend had said to her before he drove away, Margaret looked down at the papers in her hands, lightly her hand on fire, she watched the papers burn as all evidence was gone. sometimes her legacies came in handy, sometimes she felt used, because of them.