Could this be the end of it all? The fire was raging, slowly spreading its venom all across the plate. Would it spread across the house? Where would we live then? It wasn’t time to think of the what-ifs. I had to do something. The fire extinguisher is in the laundry room. It would stop the fire. I raced to the laundry room in search of the red bottle that would save my house. I grabbed the fire extinguisher only to find out it was bug spray. I have lived in the house for two years at the time only to find out my last chance of hope was never real. It was bug spray all along. Defeated, I walk back to the kitchen. This was the end.
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AadeetriThis is my third year on the Herald. I will be the main Copy Editor. I will also be trying to revive Calliope since I'm in Creative Writing. Archives
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