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"Brody, hurry!" I screamed, running through the forest as fast as we could go. Jumping over logs, and dodging trees.
"Nat where's your father?" Mom asked, I looked at her teary-eyed and out of breath. Mom grabbed Brody and dragged him, red-hot trees fell around us, and the smoke too thick to see through. Fire stole all breathable air, and suddenly, I was light-headed. Knocked down by burning trees and pinned, I screamed as fire lashed at my skin.
Mom did all she could, she kept running.
Surrounded by fire and wildflowers, I thought; how beautiful these white flowers burn.
