BJ
ONE HOUR BEFORE THE FIRE.
6:00 a.m., I look at the time on my father's old watch.
I look around and I see everybody knocked out on the sand except Blair.
Panic attacks me from every inch of my body, but I convince myself that I'm just overreacting and get into the car to go get breakfast with the only money I have left.
I picked up some packaged chocolate croissants that Blair loves; I hate them they're really artificial tasting and always soggy by the time we get to eat them, but Blair's excitement every time she sees them fills me up more than any croissant in the world so got my ass back to the car and left with our breakfast.
ABOUT THIRTY MINUTES LATER.
I look up at the sky. It's gray, some might say black.
Flames.
Lots and lots of flames.
What the hell is happening?
I'm ten minutes away from the house.
The car is shaking, I'm totally going over the speed that this ancient beat up truck can take but that's the only thing I'm not worrying about now.
I stop the car trying not to crash it.
The house is on fire.
Our house is on fire.
I run to the beach and I see everybody still knocked out with their faces covered in sand and sweat. I see everybody except Blair.
I see everybody except her.
I run back to the front of the house and I see a black luxury car with big blacked out windows parked in the middle of the street.
Shit.
I see the driver freeze as his gaze locks into mine. The black car suddenly disappears like a flash of lighting.
No this cannot be happening.
"BLAIR!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
"BLAIR PLEASE ANSWER ME"
No, no, no.
I get into the flaming house, I feel my skin screaming for help but I can't hear anything. I finally manage to get to the stairs.
I hear Angel's shaky cries.
Please let this just be a nightmare.
"Angel, is that you baby?" I say with a breaking voice.
My vision has gone so blurry,I feel so lightheaded I might faint.
I step into our room trying not to break down from the amount of pain I'm feelling. I try to move forward but something is blocking me.
Something is blocking me or someone.
No God please.
I feel an arm grabbing me from the back.
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Not another summer project
RomanceBlair York craves academic validation and has always been the perfect girl, while BJ Jacobs couldn't care less about being perfect. They have been assigned together for a school project they have to complete over the summer They have to write a nov...
