• It was a sunny summer day, not a cloud in the sky. Rain was 13. It was about six o’clock, and she was in her room. She was reading a book, one of her favorites. It was titled Yearning for the Stars. Her mother had written it especially for her. Rain had just finished packing for her friend’s sleepover, and that meant her room was almost bare. She had just turned the last page when she heard a buzzer. No, it was…the fire alarm? There were screams as well, she could hear them. What was going on? But she knew. She shut the book immediately and put it in her bag. She grabbed that, too, and ran out the door, but not without one last look at her room. Something told her she would never see it again.

    As soon as went into the hall, smoke engulfed her. But before she left the house, there were things she had to do. She went into her sister’s room, but no one was there. That’s right, Rain thought. She’s at a friend’s house. She was safe. Her mother and father’s room was next. She ran in and grabbed two things. The first was a necklace which was her mother’s favorite thing in the world.

    The last thing she grabbed was her mother’s wedding ring. She had been cooking dinner, and she never wore it then. Rain out the ring on the necklace and fastened it around her neck. Then, she sprinted from the room. She jumped down the stairs two at a time. She was getting closer to the fire, but also to her only way out.

    She could see the flames now, and behind them, the door. Rain closed her eyes and ran forward, head first. The door gave the moment she hit it, and she came tumbling out. Out into the cold night, from a burning house, and away from everything she had ever known.
    Rain stood up and walked into the woods. Once she felt she was a safe distance away, She checked herself. She was surprised to find that there were burns on her arms and legs. And they hurt so much.

    Rain remembered that it had started snowing, and how she lied down on the ground. She remembered how cold it was, and how she wished all of the pain would go away. She looked like a fallen angel lying in the untouched snow. She remembered closing her eyes, and not opening them for a long time.