Kyle's Home-Personal Narrative

Kyle looked up at him again and realized that he would stand his ground until the end, and that wasn’t a fight that Kyle was ready for. Slowly and sarcastically, Kyle grabbed his coat and headed out the door and back to his car. He didn’t drive away, however, he sat there and stared at the building. He wasn’t going back out to the housing projects now, something more pressing had come up.
He sat at the edge of the lot staring at the building until the sun finally went down. The cars in the parking lot slowly left, one by one, until only a few remained. Finally, the workers got in their cars and left, and the manager followed, locking the front door behind him. Kyle waited for another ten minutes after he was sure that everyone was gone before …show more content…
From his glovebox he put on plastic gloves and took out a lighter. He marched towards the building with determination, undaunted by the security camera cleverly hidden outside the store’s entrance. Even if he was looking he never would have seen it, it was about the size of a dime and still recorded high quality video.
With a swift kick he broke the glass at the bottom of the door and within an instant alarms went off all across the building. Kyle didn’t have much time, but still was determined to finish the job. He ducked inside and speedily set to work dousing the place in gas. He covered the tables and counters until the smell became too thick and the can ran dry. With one final measure he flicked the lighter and with the flame still ignited, he threw it into the center of a deep pool of gas. He began to slip out the door again, as the entire place caught flame.
Sirens could loudly be heard in the distance, and Kyle began to run back to his car. Once inside he frantically turned the key over, only to hear the silence as the battery didn’t click on. It was dead, and now so was he. Kyle leaned his head back against the head rest as two cop cars swung into the parking