Burned A sickening sound and the stifling smokey smell. I glanced up feverishly, as a tear trickled down my face. Whilst the Housemother smiled; taking pleasure from every tainted feeling that was shown on my face. Bravely, I tried to stop the downpour, but the crackling from the fire brought fresh pain. Those were my books, my photos and my family locket. All disappearing into the flames. Suddenly, hands grabbed me from behind and dragged me out of the room. I struggled, but only to prevent suspicion, as I would take my revenge.
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