Lightning Fire

Smoke circled in the air. My eyes followed the trail of pollution to the source. It was coming from my neighbor’s house! I ran next door to the home of the Frankensens’. The entire family was outside. Except Julie. I ran inside the burning building and grabbed the unconcious five year old. I got her outside and lay her on the grass. Her eyes snapped open. “What happened?” she asked. “Your house burned down…” I started to say. Oddly enough, she didn’t take it to hard. “Oh, well, nothing lasts forever. But where are we gonna live now?” I thought for a moment. “You could live at my house,” I said.

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