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Chapter 2

I stand up and look around. Everyone is calling their parents. I should probably ask a teacher if I could call mine. But then I realize flaw number 2 in my genius plan: I don't know my parents phone numbers by heart. I start swearing at myself until I remember: Yvonne has my mom's number. Last summer our families went on a holiday to the Bahama's together and she needed my mom's number to check up on her own mother whose phone got stolen by some bartender she hooked up with. Yvonne's parents were divorced and since the divorce her mother acted like a teenager. I would feel sorry for Yvonne if she wasn't a giant bitch. We never got along but I hope the fire has distracted her enough to forget how much she hates me. I start looking for her but I can't find her anywhere. Maybe she's still inside. That would be so typical of her, disappearing the one time I need her. Bitch. But after a few minutes of walking around, I find her sitting against a tree. "Hey how are you?" I ask her. "Fuck off. I don't need your negativity right now." While that was unnecessarily rude, I decide not to react with breaking her nose but instead go for a softer approach. "Can I just borrow your phone for a minute?" She hands me the phone without saying a word. She probably realized that it is smarter to give me what I wanted instead of making a scene. I find my mom's number under 'Mother of possessed demon' and call her. She picks up the phone pretty quickly. "Hey mom." "What's wrong?" "Why do you immediately assume that there's something wrong?" "Because you never call me unless you need something. What's wrong?"

I sigh, this is not how I expected this conversation would go. As I hear my mother's voice, reality hits me in the face as if I was hit by a professional boxer. The school is really burning down. People might still be inside. This might be the end of the school. Maybe I will have to go to a public high school. Maybe I'll be homeschooled from now on. I start panicking and breathing heavily. I feel that if I don't calm myself down I might start crying in public. One of my worst fears. I force myself to calm down and continue the conversation with my mom. "The school is on fire. People are panicking and all of my stuff is inside and I don't know what is going to happen now and what I'm going to do with my life after this and I-" My mother stops me before I can finish my sentence, which was really long and not to the point so it doesn't matter. Nothing really matters. But the inevitability of death is a topic for another time. "I will come as soon as I can." "Please don't drive." Honestly that woman is a danger to society after a few glasses of wine. "Daddy will drive me. As soon as he comes home." "Maybe it's better to ask Stuart to drive you." At least our butler was someone we could rely on. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that we have a freaking butler. And now my head is clear, I can say for sure that I am seventeen years old. I turned seventeen a few months ago and got some money from my parents which I spend on clothes and books. I probably should have spent it one something smarter.

More and more parents are joining their kids to stare at the huge fire. From a safe distance of course, the firemen and police have blocked a few streets and evacuated people from the neighborhood. The teachers are busy explaining the situation to parents, even though they probably know just as much. I heard rumors that the fire started because of some guy attempting to make a grilled cheese sandwich in his room. I see a car pulling up and I immediately recognize it. My mom steps out and gives me a hug. She smells of expensive wine and cheese crackers. She is crying. "Thank god you're alright sweetie, let's get you home."