HOUSE FIRE Tamiera Baker, age 12
I got out of the car; the cold wind kissed me on the cheek to say hello I was greeted by flashing lights and crowds of people I walked a little further and there it was, one of the most beautifully horrific performances, bringing tears of fear to my eyes and screams from others It danced in the colors of orange and fiery red, it danced until the end of the night I stood there, swimming in seawater, as my mother said “It’ll be okay” One of the most horrifically horrendous scenes It was as if a dragon had had a bad day, at least that’s what I told myself I pinched myself hoping that the street would crumple and I’d wake up in my bed That it was all just a dream that I would forget in an instant But it wasn’t, at the end of the performance there was nothing but the ashes of a burnt stage Everything was gone, no one clapped, no one cheered, Just tears and the flashing lights of blue and red as the dancers took a final bow
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