On a cold night in the middle of Winter, the sound of a siren pierced the air. Three police cars raced down the street, coming to a halt in front of the burning building. A handful of teenagers stood watching the flames, looking dazed as if they had no idea how they had come to be there.
A fire truck was already parked in the driveway. The men who had driven it were already searching the house for survivors. As the crowd looked on in stunned disbelief, two firemen charged out of the house. Between them, they dragged a boy, coughing and choking as he was escorted out of the house.
Once he was outside and had pulled several lungfuls of air into his body, he staggered away from the men who held him, a burning look on his face as he searched the crowd, clearly looking for something or someone. As he looked at the faces before him and didn't find the one he was looking for, an expression of terror twisted his face. He turned himself back toward the house, which was still on fire, and threw himself toward what was left of the door.
"Imeria!" He screamed as he charged forward. But he hadn't gone two steps before he was dragged back and restrained, all the while thrashing and screaming out her name. It took two men to hold him down; at sixteen, the boy was far from small. But still, he struggled. Watching the house burn, he felt as if his whole world was on fire. Everything that mattered to him was inside. Without her, life meant nothing.
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Eastwood Academy
Romance"I have to bite back a gasp as River's hand comes up, brushing my long hair back behind my ears. He doesn't stop there, letting his hand travel to my cheek and stroking lightly. His thumb brushes over my lips, parting them, and I barely stop a moan...
