I still remember--some bits a blurry haze; others clear as glass. I remember smelling something burning, and having trouble breathing, as I kept wheezing from the smoke in the air. I remember tasting the metallic taste of blood in my mouth, warm and sticky, from biting the inside of my cheek too many times. I remember hearing the sirens from afar and seeing the puff of white dust all around me. I remember being escorted into a vehicle of some sort, with someone saying, "It's going to be OK, honey, you're all right."
But I wasn't. Even in my state of shock, I still remember the salty tears that lingered on my face, for months, even years after the incident. It had been seven years since then. Seven years since our house had burned down, along with my parents and my brother who had been inside.
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The Infinite Quest
Teen FictionI still remember--some bits a blurry haze; others clear as glass. I remember smelling something burning, and having trouble breathing, as I kept wheezing from the smoke in the air. I remember tasting the metallic taste of blood in my mouth, warm and...
