I whip around to find that a table was on fire.
The flaming table was right next to ours.
Before I know it the flame leaps to our table.
And I run.
"Molly!" Joseph calls, right behind me.
The fire alarm starts to blare.
The noise is too much.
I instantly receive a pounding headache.
The burning smell becomes more intense.
Suddenly I feel like the room is spinning, and the walls are closing in.
"MOLLY!" I vaguely hear Joseph yell.
The last thing I hear is the teacher telling everyone to evacuate.
Then everything goes black.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
