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It was a beautiful Saturday morning in New York.
The sun's light was silently creeping into the young girl's bedroom. Sierra's bedroom, to be exact.
She was silently resting when she began to feel the intense heat of the sun.
Sierra yawned and began to rub her eyes.
After she rubbed her eyes, she looked at her digital alarm clock that was on her nightstand.
The red digital letters and numbers read 9:24 A.M.
She then looked over at her desk that had a stack of volcanology research on it.
Sierra couldn't have been more proud of the volcano diagram that she drew on her own.
It was very detailed and very authentic.
Okay. So...This place right here is a giant air pocket, which is surrounded by lava. The magma that also surrounds it turns this place into a big oven. Though...This still bothers me. What happened to Uncle Max? How come he didn't tell me last night about what happened to him? Sierra said to herself as she looked up from the breathtaking piece of art that she had managed to draw.
She then looked towards the hallway.
All was silent.
Just as she was about to head towards the hallway, the blinds began to slide all of a sudden and now, sunlight began pouring in.
It now had gotten a hold of Sierra and grabbed her hands and her legs.
The heat was getting really intense.
She cried out, in pain.
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Trevor was in the living room, sitting on the couch, drinking a cup of coffee when he began to hear the agonizing cries and screams of his daughter Sierra.
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Between Boundaries
خيال علميSierra Marie Anderson, the daughter of Trevor and Layla Anderson meets a volcanic being who helps the young girl show the world what kind of volcanic being that she can be. Could this be the beginning of her destiny?
