Coming home from work one day, and I’m just about
home, all I see are flames. But it was the wrong colour.
”Is it?” I don’t know if it’s my house or not. ”Nnnooooo!!”
It’s my house.
My noise and lunges our dieing, because of the smoke.
I start to cya and cya and cya, as all my valuables pop! Cya.
By Jack
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