The plastic clown hanging aslant from the paper streamers caught Megans attention particularly. “That will make a fine start. A very fine start for a very new beginning,” she said while fishing her Zippo out from her ratty backpack. Since the plastic took a while to catch, the lighter became hot but Megan did no flinch, but only grimmaced behind her spectacles.
Megan was already two blocks away when she heard the sirens. She would have turned to see the smoke but her new MaryJane shoes were pinching her terribly, and she could only think of pladding straight forward toward home to take them off. Though she could smell already the vaporizing tar from the roof of Mrs. Hurtelot's house, she was no longer thinking of fine beginings, but of a plate of Oreos and a frosty glass of milk.
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