Identity.
Chapter 1:
Introduction.
When I open my eyes, I'm
laying in my old bed, in my old house. Everything is
blurry.I can't see
much, and there's a horrid stench in the air. My first
thought is something like "Oh my God, it's hot in
here." and that's when I realized what was going on.
Fire. I gasped,
and smoke entered my lungs, seeming to wrap around them
tightly. I could barely breathe at this point I get out of bed as
fast as I can and run over to my bedroom
door. When I try
and turn the doorknob to get out of the room, it turns to
ash. Suddenly, everythingaround me turns to ash, and I'm frozen
in place. Next thing I know, the old floor boards
beneath my feet give
out, and I'm falling.
I sat straight up in bed, shaking. (Technically, it's not
my bed. But I'm trying to get used to it.- I looked
around, expecting to see smoke or ash. Instead, I saw my new
room. Of course, I'd had another over-dramatic
nightmare about the fire. I remembered that night all too well,
as if it were a scene from a movie I'd seen last week,
or a book with vivid descriptions. And whenever I took a moment
and closed my eyes, there it was, burned into my memory
infinitely. It was the day tradgedy struck a the Madison
home. My home. Well, my old home. Now, I suppose the place
I once called home is a large pile of soot and
burnt metal. I shuddered at the thought. The house that I
grew up in was now gone. Sixteen years worth of
living, dissappeared overnight. My memories were now all I
had left; the last one haunting me forever. I climbed
out of bed and started walking to the bathroom. I'd
almost reached the door, when a voice called.
"Morning Sunshine." he said, his voice dripping with
sarcasm. I looked over and saw Jesse, my new "house
mate,"standing in the door frame of his room.
"Hi." I said, and I kept walking. Jesse and I
had never been friends. Honestly, he kinda of freaked me
out.Still does, sometimes. It's almost as if we're
from two different worlds. He's Jesse Davis. He hangs out
with stoners andfreaks, and I'm Amber Madison, the most
popular girl at Pacific High School. We'd never even
associated besides the fact that we knew we were
neighbors. Or at least, that's how things used to be.
It's funny how fast things change. One month ago, I
wouldn't have been caught dead with Jesse. Now, I get a
ride to school with him everyday. Despite the fact that I
can't stand him. We go our seperate ways when we get
to school. A month ago, I would have been sitting at the
popular table everyday with my "so-called best
friends." and not dieting and hiding out in the library.
It's not fair. I had it all, until my family lost
everything in that fire. Both of my parents, gone. The
firefighters had saved my little sister, Tara and I.
She's in foster care right now, with what seems to be a
nice family. She's making lots of friends at her new
school. But me?
I can't cope with losing everything and everyone I ever
loved. It just isn't fair.
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