Chapter 13

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    Trojan's POV

  Craig helps me out of the car and hands me my crutches. His comforting and kind face reveals pity.

   "Craig, this isn't a situation that I want pity in. Thanks but no thanks." I say gently. He gives me a half smile.

     "Sorry. I just hate to see you hurt. You're like a daughter to me" He tells me. The word "daughter" snaps me into a memory.

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   I'm back with my family. In my six year old room. I feel a hand shake me awake.
"Trojan. wake up. hurry There's a fire." it's my older brother, Brandon. He picks me up and starts to run with mom and dad following. Even his 14 year old lungs hold up better then mine. I begin to cough. Brandon looks at the roof. I hear cracking. When we are about 1 yard away from the door. Brandon throws me outside and I land on the grass. I manage to turn around and watch the roof cave in.
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