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prologue

'Are you serious?!' I yell at my mom and Darren - Darren is my step-dad, and I don't feel comfortable calling him 'dad.'-

'Very serious, Belle! Do you know what could happen to you?' my mother responds with an angry tone in her voice.

I don't answer. I just look down at my barely eaten food on my plate and shrug.

'Nothing. I'll be with my friends, and we'll be alright. It's only a few days,' I reply, making no eye contact with my mom.

'Oh my lord, you could get hurt! I cannot trust those so-called 'friends' of yours!' my mother says, yelling at the top of her lungs at me. We were all sitting at the dinner table until my mom storms off into the kitchen without saying another word.

'Mom, I'm 17! You can't baby me all the time! I just wanted to do something for after graduation with my friends because I'm not going to see them again! Do you not get it? I want to have fun; I want to go on an adventure.' I continue, pleading that Darren and mom will let me go.

My mother rubs her forehead and looks at me. 'no, Belle. Do not ask me again,'

I am about to storm off to my room when Darren stops me by grabbing my arm. I turn so that I am facing him, looking him directly in the eye.

'Yeah, I get it. I can't go, will you let go of my arm?' I say, slightly pissed off while trying to yank my arm from his grip.

All he does is look at me and say 'it's for your own good,' and he lets go of my arm.

I slightly rub my arm in which he had his grip on because it was throbbing.

I walk towards my room, but then decide to go outside for some fresh air and to cool off.

I open the door which opens up to our front yard. The cold but refreshing breeze hits my face and blows on my long, brown hair. I begin to go for a walk around the street just to clear my mind and think about everything.

I start to wonder why mom won't let me go. I begin to think that my mom won't let me go because she's Christian and that going out on a road trip with your friends after graduation is 'unholy; or 'wrong to God'. Something like that. But I won't lie; my mom is really big on Christianity. We go to church every Sunday or feast day and all that and she helps out at the church a lot too. I guess you could say I'm not so big on the whole Christianity thing. Ever since she and Dad split up, she's turned to God for advice, which has improved her mood, unlike me, who brings out the anger inside her, I guess I know how to piss her off so much that she will virtually scream at me constantly, over anything. 

I begin to reach the start of my street, so walk a little faster as it was getting quite cold. I zone out of my thought bubble when I look up and see dark clouds of ash. All around was the smell of a fire and burning wood, and it smelt horrible.

I run towards my house when I see my house engulfed in flames. A build-up of anger and sadness was running through my body. I begin to shake as I try to break down the locked front door of my house. I scream off the top of my lungs with tears running down my face as the door doesn't break. I give up, my weak arms and legs feeling like they were on the verge of breaking. I pull out my phone and dial 911, begging that my parents are okay.

'Hello, this is 911 what is your emergency?' the woman on the line asked.

'h-hi, uh, my house is on f-fire, and my parents are inside a-and I don't know if they are okay and I ca-,' I answer crying through the phone.

'Okay miss, stay on the line with me, you will be okay. We are sending someone to your house now, ma'am,' she replies very calmly.

I run to a pile of bricks I spotted in my neighbor's yard and break the window of the dining room and enter the house. A huge gush of dirt and smoke flew straight into me. I start coughing hysterically as I hold my phone in my hand as I look for my parents. I soon hear a faint siren of a fire truck coming near, but continue to look for my parents.