The Broken and the Damaged
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Last published Sun, Nov 29, 2015
I wake up Monday morning an unusual way. You would think to get up for school since, you know, it's in the middle of November, but instead it was a little more complicated. I woke up to the sound of sirens and the smell of smoke, as my father held me in his arms. Just then did I realize our house was gone, turned to ash. Just like that, in an instant, I lost everything. My house, my clothes, jewelry makeup, memories, everything that was important to me, gone, and I was left with nothing.
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