A Whole New Life.

Chapter 2: Girl on Fire.

"What?", I said halfway between tears. Mark replied to me gently, while stroking my long, brown hair, "We have to get out of here, NOW." "Why" "The house is on fire, I have the kits, my rope ladder, and everything else we could possibly need, get of the ground. We have to leave now," Mark said, somewhat more seriously. I got up of the ground. I was only 15, why did I have to go through this? Well, at least I had my twin brother with me. I thought to myself. My brother was propping open the window while I was wiping off the makeup that was now all over my face. You could call me stupid. My brother had everything ready, and most clumps were off my face. He gestured me over. He handed me two bags the same size as a Jansport backpack. I grabbed them eagerly and started climbing down the ladder. Now I was dreading the fact that my bedroom was on the third story and our house was miles away from anyone else. I went a bit faster, we passed my parents bedroom window. It looked like  barn yard exploded everywhere, with a hurricane to follow it. A tear rolled down my face, but I kept climbing. I was 10 meters off the ground when my brother screened at me "JUMP AND RUN. JUMP AND RUN!"  jumped off the rope ladder, the wind blowing my hair. I hit the ground as hard as a rock. I picked myself up and ran. I felt my hands, they were as hot as fire. Wait, no. They where on fire. I screamed. My brother had caught up with me. His hands were in the same condition as mine. I ran faster, reaching the stream flowing throw our yard. I dunked my hands in and my brother followed suite. I striped the bags off my back and hands, and fell in the stream. I closed my eyes.