The Next Day

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Song: Good Day- DNCE

*Ryder Wilson's  POV*

"Wilson! Get down here!" Cried Sister Delilah

I slowly make my way down the stairs. Here at the orphanage the I was the big trouble maker. I was the oldest here. 16 years old. When I was three my father left my mother and try as she might, but my mother could never afford enough for the both of us. She even tried working four jobs. 24 shift day long. One day off every month. It didn't last long. When I was five my mother but me in an orphanage. She told me she didn't have enough money for the two of us. I knew she was just.

So now I'm here at St. Andrews Orphanage For Children. (This is fake. If it's real. It's a absolute and total coincidence. Thanks! Enjoy!) There are 14 other kids in St. Andrews right now. The orphanage is located in Jasper, Alabama and right now I'm in trouble for breaking an expensive vase of Sister Delilah's.

I slowly walk down the stairs to confront her.

"Faster Wilson!" I hear her scream

I walk run down the stairs and stand in front of Sister Delilah.

"What did you do to my vase, Wilson?" She asks harshly

"It was an accident, Sister Delilah. I didn't mean to. I was playing tag with the younger kids and I accidentally bumped into the table it was on." I say

"I see. Ok then. Just be careful next time." She say leaving.

An hour or two later I smell smoke through out the orphanage. There were no alarms in the St Andrews. I run down stairs to see the furnace had gotten out of control. Fire was spread vastly along the walls. I run up stair and scream 'Fire!' at the top of my lungs.

The kids start scream and panicking.

Maybe that wasn't the best approach. I think.

"Calm down everyone." I try
I look at the wall to see that the fire had spread to it.

"Come on follow me!" I yell.

They all start following my down the stairs. We make it to the front door and they all file out.

"Is anyone missing?!" I yell over there voices.

I watch everyone look around and two people scream out two different names.

"What?" I ask

"Isabelle!" Gordon 15 year old boy yells

"Ok and who else?"  I ask

"My little brother. Simon." A 12 year old says.

I remover both of the names said. Isabelle was 13 and Simon was 5. I had talked to both of them before. I was playing tag with Simon this morning. That's how I broke the vase.

I quickly run back in. I jump the stairs two at a time. I run into the bedroom and see Isabelle under her bed.

"Izzy! Come on. We need to get out of here." I scream.

The north, east and west walls were on fire at this point.

"No. I'm scared." She says

"It's ok Izzy. Gordon is outside waiting for you. Just come on." I tell her

She get out from under the bed and runs over to me. She clings to my side. I pull her away and grab her hand.

"Is there anyone else?" She asks

"Simon. Hazels brother." I say

"Ok." She says

"Simon! Simon where are you?" I yell through the house

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