It was as though by acknowledging it I had jinxed myself, and The Rush was already starting to fade, pulsing away just as rapidly as it had hit me. Would I really have to wait another week to feel it? What would I do with myself until then? How was I supposed to pretend I was living for anything else?I took my headband off and shook my hair loose, trying to ignore William calling out after me, or the smell of smoke and booze that came with the breeze. I ignored them all but the smoke smell, the stink from the barrel fire inspiring a new idea in me that was just as stupid as it was desperate. Without saying excuse me, I pushed my way through the small crowd, stopping only when I was standing close enough to the fire barrel to feel the heat radiating from the flames. And while my skin crawled, heart pounded with the impending pain, The Rush was too irresistible to ignore.When I stuck my hand into the fire my front teeth slammed down on my tongue to keep me from screaming, making me taste of gush of blood while my hand roared with pain.
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