And she stood there, watching the only home she had ever known burn to the ground. Her gaze was locked on the scene, similar to driving past a car accident--the way you can't look away even though you know you should. The flames leaped into the night sky and the wood crackled and popped. She was unsure of how much time had passed--maybe minutes, maybe hours--but she knew that when she had exited the house, it had still stood tall and erect, the only sign of danger being the black clouds that billowed from the windows. Now, the house bent in on itself, charred through and through, the flames unable to be quelled by the large hoses the firemen bore.
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Amid the Flames
Teen FictionThis is a story about pain, love, and the inexplicable experience of being a teenage girl.
