Isla Penrose had a pretty average life.....and like her life she felt she was pretty average. A leap of faith is taken when she runs into a burning building...only to find herself dead. Let's just say fate made a mistake.
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Isla Penrose had a pretty average life.....and like her life she felt she was pretty average. One day, she courageously runs into a burning building...only to find herself rewarded with death. Let's just say fate made a mistake.
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"Look it's not that I don't love a good Santiago Cabrera, it's just that everyone needs a little Bradley James," Isla states in an even tone. She is gifted with a disgruntled snort from her 'friend'.
"You see Isla, this is why people don't like to talk to you......*blah*...*blah*....you should b......*blah*.." Isla's..... walking companion, Angelina, responds with a list of improvements Isla will never remember.
"Do you smell that?" Isla questions, completely ignoring Angelina's speech.
"Maybe if you wore makeup or- Isla! I was talking... Pay attention!" Angelina whines.
Isla chooses to ignore Angelina's cry for attention, and she runs in the direction of the smell. Why am I smelling burning wood? Isla contemplates whilst on her journey.
~Isla's P.O.V~
Upon arriving at the scene, I am greeted with people screaming and a burning building. I go to leave, since I knew the fire brigade would arrive soon, only to stop when I hear someone screaming from inside the blazing building.
Without even thinking, I turn and run straight into the burning structure. I cover my mouth and nose with my shirt, making sure to keep as much smoke out as I can, whilst I try to navigate through the fire.
"Hello! Do you need help? If so, where are you?" I reply in a ,surprisingly, calm voice. As I turn to leave, I hear a scared response.
"Help me!"
"I'm on my way!" I shout in response, before running towards the direction I heard the shout. I find myself tracking up the stairs, two steps at a time.....praying I won't be too late. Sweat clings to my body, in hopes of cooling me down.
When I finally reach the source of distress, I find myself looking at a kid.....I'd say they looked about 6 years old. I find myself walking towards them with a new found feeling of purpose.Fire erupts from the left and right of me....but I do not flinch. I quickly grab the frightened child before making my towards a window.
I find a big one, that just so happens to face the front yard of the house. I put the kid down before breaking the glass. I notice the firemen have arrived, so I wave them over.
By some weird miracle they notice me and bring a ladder over to the window in a quick and efficient manner. I first help the kid get on the ladder before I go to climb it myself...but fate had other plans.
