I wake up to the smell of burning wood and paper and the sound of sirens. My shirt is sticking to my skin and my sheets are hot. A voice is calling my name and I know that it is familiar but I can't quite tell whose it is. I pull the covers off of my body and launch myself at my door. Aayyee! The doorknob is hotter than my fresh outta the pot frijoles. I grab my sheets and use them to protect my hand to open the door.
A wave of unbearable heat washes over me so quickly I lose my balance. The smoke starts filling my lungs like cement, making it impossible to breathe. Flames. They were everywhere. Well, I ain't gettin out through here. I close my door and use my sheets to block the opening at the bottom of the door. I grab my water bottle and pour the remaining water on the sheets and on my shirt to use as a filter.
I run over to my window and open it. The screen just has to be blocking my exit so kick it out. Then I remember... I'm on the second floor of my house. My room is on the back side of the house, luckily we have a pool. I slide down the slanted roof coughing from the smoke. I look down at the pool and think of all the times I've jumped off of this roof for fun, when our house wasn't burning down. Those were the good times.
Pieces of the roof are falling everywhere nearly hitting me. I jump off of the roof into my pool. Why did I jump into the deep end? I attempt to swim to the deck while I dodge the wood falling from the roof. I see a piece of wood out of the corner of my eye come flying towards me, but I am too tired to move. It is too hard to breathe so I give up. I felt the wood hit me on the back of the head with the force of a car knocking me out cold.
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Hiding Under The Covers Of Lies
Fantasy15 year old Ryan Sanchez experiences something that will change his life forever. It gives him the knowledge of something that he has always had but he has never known before.
