Maple and I were in Claire's looking around for earrings until we heard this annoying bell roaring into everybody's ears. Suddenly this man yelled FIRE! I was scared for my life. Maple started running and I did too... until I tripped and fell over this long, skinny, rusty pipe. Of course at this time my shoes were untied. I guess Maple didn't hear me screaming for life at a bloody murder type tone. Uh oh. Yellow, red, and orange seek at my legs. Fire.
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Washed Up Rag
Randomthis is a story about bestfriends trying to get out of a mall fire
