Part 1

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It was just an ordinary Spring afteroon. Not to hot, nor to cold- temperate Tyler decided.

He was walking home from school (It had been another terrible day) but he didn't like to let his feelings show to anybody but himself. To himself, when he was alone in his room and he could sob quietly into his pillow and the world wouldn't know any better.

I wonder what I'm having for tea tonight? I hope it's pizza. Pepperoni pizza. He salivated at the thought. But suddenly something sprung to his attention... a faint buzzing noise, like a bee? No bigger than that!

"Oh god!" The boy with the creamy, dark chocolate eyes exclaimed. "It's coming from my street!"

He sprinted.

He stopped.

His house.

His possesions.

His family.

A charcoal ruin.

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