This is Ms. Firebrand. Ms. Firebrand is known for being a rabble-rouser who stirs up conflict with society. She is a revolutionary known for taking a stand on modern-day issues and finding ways to make the little things in life more waste friendly. Ms. Firebrand is the district supervisor of her city and works on making it a better place.
Ms. Firebrand woke up at 6:00 from her dream about revolution, as usual, in her reclaimed wood bed with linen blankets, and got up to start her radical day.
Ms. Firebrand changed out of her organic cotton pajama shorts with an alpaca cashmere sweater and into her fair trade denim overalls. She pulled her hair back with an all-natural gel and a pink polka dot bandana (that she bought knowing that proceeds would go to breast cancer awareness) and went about her day.
Ms. Firebrand made an all organic breakfast made up of strawberries and watermelon and a smoothie and checked the news. “The news never sleeps!” she told herself.
After that, Ms. Firebrand put on her combat boots (made from recycled plastic) and headed out the door of her Victorian age house.
Ms. Firebrand joined Daisy Demagogue (who was always going against the norm) on their walk to work.
But among all the normal, bright shops, there was a new one. “Hey, Daisy Demagogue, what’s the Awful Club?” Ms. Firebrand said, concerned because the little world she knew was filled with world peace and strongly, opinionated people, like herself. She saw Little Ms. Annihilate (who was always destroying things) walk in then saw that the walls were lined with posters saying things like “You suck!” and “World Peace” with an X over it.
Ms. Firebrand wondered why that club was there and who would be like that, so different from her normal community.
Ms. Firebrand headed to work not wanting to be late. “Hey, soooo about that deadline,” Shirk (who was always blowing off responsibility) said while he popped his head into Ms. Firebrand’s office.
“It’s okay Shirk, I did it already knowing you would forget. Though this is your last strike! The planet needs you!” Ms. Firebrand yelled in return.
Throughout her day, Ms. Firebrand got many complaints and questions about the Awful Club. Ms. Firebrand had had enough.
Ms. Firebrand went down to the club to confront the leader. She walked in the door and was shocked. She was aghast, She saw a bland, dark room with walls covered in posters saying nasty things.
Ms. Firebrand walked up to the bland, poorly made desk in the middle of the room and confronted the secretary. “Hello there, I have been getting complaints about this club all day and wanted to see what this is about,” Ms. Firebrand said, trying to stay calm.
“And who are you?” Lil’ Retort (who was always rude) snapped back in an unwelcoming tone.
“I am Ms. Firebrand, the co-supervisor of this district and in charge of approving all new clubs and businesses and I never got an application for the Awful Club,” Ms. Firebrand said proudly; she was always happy to make a change.
“Well, you could talk to our leader, Belligerent Bethany,” Lil’ Retort said.
Lil’ Retort led her to a room at the end of a small, revolting hallway to a door with a paper sign reading “Belligerent Bethany, Club leader.”
Ms. Firebrand opened the door with a certain passion, seeing a large, beat-up leather chair facing a small open window that looked out over a dead backyard.
“Hello, I’m Ms. Firebrand and I’m here to talk about your club permit,” Ms. Firebrand said trying to refrain from yelling about how world peace IS good.
The large chair slowly spun around revealing who was sitting in it.
There was a small blue figure with a set face and blue hair with a matching beanie. “What do you want?” Belligerent Bethany (who was always mean to everyone) said very angrily.
“It says here that you need a permit for this club, which you need to run by my office first,” Ms. Firebrand said, showing her confidence.
“Actually, we do have a permit. I went by your office and got one,” Belligerent Bethany said holding up the permit, signed by Shirk.
“Oh, but why are you so against world peace? It can only bring good to our world,” Ms. Firebrand questioned, trying not to yell or go get mad at Shirk.
“There are no problems in my life, until there are . . . other people’s lives ain’t my problem,” Belligerent Bethany said while she turned back around.
Ms. Firebrand felt defeated. She left the Awful Club’s building and started walking back to work.
Ms. Firebrand stormed furiously into her pristine office.
“Shirk! Did you approve that new club? The Awful Club?” she said while fuming
“Well, yeah, the person who asked me was kind of scary and I wanted to do something for once,” Shirk whispered, sinking into his chair. Ms. Firebrand stormed off into her office to do some much-needed research.
Ms. Firebrand Googled Belligerent Bethany to see what she was all about.
Ms. Firebrand saw Belligerent Bethany’s socials all filled with hate. Ms. Firebrand had to do something about it.
She glided back into that dreary office in the Awful Club and confronted Belligerent Bethany.
“Hi. You need anger management. Come with me,” Ms. Firebrand demanded as she got ready to argue. “No,” Belligerent Bethany said not even looking away from her computer.
Twenty minutes more of Mrs. Firebrand’s pleading and Belligerent Bethany finally gave in.
“Fine,” Belligerent Bethany retorted shooing Ms. Firebrand away and going back to aggressively typing on her computer.
One afternoon later that week, the most unlikely pair, Ms. Firebrand and Belligerent Bethany, showed up at Mr. Ethical’s office
“Hello I am Mr. Ethical the therapist, and you must be Belligerent Bethany,” he said extending a hand that Bethany ignored.
“She’s just a little mad,” Ms. Firebrand whispered hoping Bethany wouldn’t hear, as she tried to reassure Mr. Ethical.
“No! It’s okay; she has a lot to work through,” he whispered back.
“I’m standing RIGHT HERE!” Belligerent Bethany shouted as she stormed into his office.
“So, I heard you made the Awful Club. Why did you do that?” Mr. Ethical asked.
“I dunno. I was just trying to find other people like me, who hate everything,” Belligerent Bethany was starting to get mad. Ms. Firebrand tried to calm her down, but she was really annoyed with Mr. Ethical.
All of a sudden, Belligerent Bethany got up and punched Mr. Ethical in the nose. “Bethany! What did you do?!” Ms. Firebrand squeaked in shock. She had never seen anyone punch another person in the face on purpose.
“He was annoying. So I punched him. That’s how it works,” Belligerent Bethany said, not at all concerned by the whole situation
Mr. Ethical slowly regained consciousness and sent them away immediately. Ms. Firebrand walked out of his office feeling defeated.
“Hey, Ms. Firebrand?” Bethany asked in a small voice.
“Yeah?” Ms. Firebrand replied, tired from that meeting.
“I think I actually do need help…” she said, shrinking into her too-large beanie.
“It’s okay Belligerent Bethany,” Ms. Firebrand said softening her tone.
“You’re not mad?” Belligerent Bethany asked.
“Of course not! Nobody’s perfect,” Ms. Firebrand said.
They made their way back home and said goodnight.
The next day, Belligerent Bethany started to convert the Awful Club into an anger management group to help others too. She learned all of the positive things about the world and how she can make a difference.
Ms. Firebrand is now open to the idea that not all people are passionate and that not all people support all causes as she does. Ms. Firebrand and Belligerent Bethany are now best friends and cannot be separated.