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The Rescue

"Bye, mum! Have fun on your dinner date, see you tonight. Love you!" I say as I walk my mum to the door.

"Bye, sweetie! I love you. I'll see you at 9:00 pm, bye!" She says as she leaves. I go to the window, watching her get in your boyfriend's Ford Focus and pulling out of the driveway. I make my way to the kitchen, to look at the clock: 6:35 pm. Well, 2 hours and 25 minutes 'till she gets home. I walk upstairs, going to my bedroom. As I get in, I looked around, trying to find something to do. 'Well I could play in my laptop,' I thought to myself and that's what I decided to do.

After about 30 minutes of playing random games, I heard the front door open. Thinking it's my mum, I made my way over to the railing. Looking down, expecting to see my mum, in her blue and black cocktail dress but no, it's a group of 5 guys in black. Oh no! Who are they? Why are they here, in my house?! So many questions going through my head. I overheard them talking.

"Okay, so you two," the tall one says, pointing to two of the 5 guys, "go check downstairs and you two go check upstairs and I'll check on this level!" The other guys nod and begin going in different directions.

I quickly run back to my room to hide in my closet. Lucky I have a walk-in closet, so it will be easier for me to hide from them. I sat behind my collection of stuffed animals, so I could blend in like Lizards in the Amazon hiding from their prey.

I peeked through the cracks of my closet, to see one of the guys. He started rummaging through all of my things; opening up drawers, looking under my bed and everywhere else. Then he came to the closet. I tense up, he slowly opens the doors. All of a sudden, who I think is in charge, yells: "We've got everything, time to set this place on fire!"

Before the guys start lighting my things on fire, he opens my closet doors and looked me right in the eyes. I'm petrified: to move, to blink, to breath. He started walking towards me, extending his arm forwards, motioning for me to get up. I don't. How can I trust him?

Then he spoke up: "Murielle, it's okay I'm not going to hurt you!"

"H-how do you know my name?" I ask him, scared to know the answer.

"That's not important right now. You just need to trust me or you will die!" He panics, because he, as well as I, could smell the smoke. I take his hand and he helps me up. We run out of my room. As we reach the stairs, I start coughing and I fall to my knees. The guy picks me up and carried me outside. There're policemen, firemen and paramedics on my front lawn. The guy hands me to the paramedics but before he could leave, I ask him: "Who are you?"

He looks back at me, smiles and says: "I'm your brother!"