Mabel Jefferson 
A girl stepped forward and slapped Mabel.
She chuckled and sat down in the seat she was forced into. The room grew silent but the angry stares and balled fists decided to stay and got comfortable.
“If you wish…”
She crossed her legs and got ready for her interrogation.
“From the looks of it, you seem to be enjoying this. But here’s the thing. Why would I let you have any sort of enjoyment in your life? Why?” She chuckled, “After you’ve lied and betrayed us all, why should we?"
Mabel giggled yet remained quiet giving the girl no answer or inference.
“From what I’m seeing, you like fire…is that right?”
She laughed. “You’re smart, you know that.” She titled her head and studied the girl. “My father is… what is it… sit? Set, there we go… however he is not a fire god.”
She shrugged.
“I’m just fond of fire.”
She laughed and took out a matchbox from her pocket. Lighting a match she gazed at the vibrant red flames.
“What a shame it would be to drop this on the wood floor.”
She looked back at the campers surrounding her with a smile and a laugh.
“Relax… I wouldn’t do such a thing.”
She put out the fire by sticking it on her tongue.
The warmth sent a trickle down her spine.
She dropped the cold match and tossed the girl interrogating her the box.
Mabel was aware they didn’t trust her. If she didn’t give them the matchbox, they’d just swipe it from her.
“Oh-”
She remembered, as she closed her mouth drawing her hand across it and throwing away the key, with a small shrug and muted laugh.
They did tell her to shut up after all.
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