We run. In the corner of my left eye, I can see. I can see the Art Room Bathrooms. Then a fierce red flame, flickers up the door.
The smoke is getting thicker. Everyone is running.
I can see everyone that I've loved. Teachers, Friends, Penolpe. Penolpe. The alarm starts to roar.
It's getting louder. I can feel Penolpe's hand getting weaker. Pulling away. I try to grip it harder. Not wanting to lose her.
"Becky" she coughs. I stop. "Becky", she weazes. "I want you to leave-"
