My world was lit on fire. Those who mattered to me were lit on fire- but they left me, me and 3 others. This horrendous day still flashes before my eyes as I write my account for the future generations to live off- if there are any.
It all started on a beautiful snowy morning on the 5th of November which was back then my favorite day- it's really funny how one can love something so much in the moment and hate it the other. I remember the night before; I didn't go to bed very happy, in fact I went in quite a temper just because I felt like it, but a new day bought a new me!! I woke up as my beautiful blue blinds were pulled aside and Hana woke me up with the blissful scent of freshly brewed coffee and some slices of the chewy heavenly brownies my sister sent me for my birthday. I enjoyed my breakfast as if all time had stopped for me- it was my day after all. I wore the pretty blue dress dad had bought me the day before. I skipped down the stairs merrily as if I just turned 6- "Alara!! You aren't 6 anymore, you have turned 16 today by the grace of god!! Act like it too!!" miss Nilufer snapped at me as usual. At this point, I just rolled my eyes at her, "Not today." And walked off. I never liked her much in the first place and I never really warmed up to her in the past 10 years. She was always going about saying"do this, do that, don't act like a child" blabbering and bossing me around and if I went on I would finish my pages before I'm done so I'll stop. I went into my fathers study and hugged him from behind- i wouldn't have let go if I knew it were the last.
