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Y/n L/n. She is a young 14-year-old girl who lost her family in an unfortunate fire. She remained alone with Count Olaf and his troupe, suffering through the loss of her family and the child abuse from her gu...
The air reeked of smoke, which I assumed was my mother's failed cooking again. My father was in their room, finishing up some documents. My brother tiptoed behind, hoping to sneak past me. I circled and picked up my brother, his giggles filling up the room.
"I got you! Where's your sister, huh?" I asked, tickling Louis's stomach.
"I don't know!" he said in between laughs while trying to keep his glasses from tumbling. I let him go, his feet making tiny stomps as he ran off to find our father to help him win.
"Camila! Where are you?" I slightly yelled throughout the living room. Laughter came from behind the couch but stopped immediately. I took off my shoes to not make noise, making my way closer to the couch. I spun around the couch, Camila squealing in joy. She ran, slightly slipping on the floor with her socks. She inhaled and halted.
"What's that smell, y/n?" Camila asked, sniffing the air. I caught her in my arms, inhaling along with her.
"It's father's cigarettes or mom's bad cooking, love! At least I think so. I'll go check! Go with your brother." I mumbled. She nodded, trotting to locate her brother. I strolled to the kitchen, searching for my mother's burning food, but there was no one.
"Huh," I spoke to myself, "Guys? Where are you?" I listened attentively, but got no response from no one. I glanced around, the smell of smoke getting worse. I ran into the hallway, curtains were on fire, passing on the flames to other things.
"Louis! Camila! There's a fire! We have to get out of here!" I shouted, my voice echoing throughout the house. I made my way back into the living room, but flames surrounded it.
"Mom! Dad!" I cried out, trying to find a way through the flames. The flames blocking me from going to my family. I could hear screams from the other side of the living room belonging to my parents and siblings. The screams didn't stop, sending chills up my spine.
"Y/n! Help!" my sister sobbed, panting from the smoke.
"I'm trying, Camila! Where's Louis?" I boomed, coughing lightly.
