I got up to the smell of burning paper. I looked around in the midst of night with the only source of light being from the silver moon and my alarm clock, which read 2:51. I wondered what could possibly be giving off the smell of burning paper. I pushed my thin blanket off of me and got off the bed. My bare feet touched the cold, hardwood floor. I continued out the door and into the barren hallway. I went down the stairs and saw a small flicker of light coming from the living room. Wondering who it was, I grabbed the closest thing to me, which was a lamp, and continued into the living room. I saw a figure standing with my books in their hand and throwing them into the fireplace. The figure turned to me, it was my mother. My heart pained, how could she burn my books. I screamed out in demise "My books!" My mother gave me a solemn look and said "It is for your own good, you cannot be a fangirl!" I them threw the lamp out the window and ran away into the woods where I had a stash of books and lived there forever!! The End.
