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"Mama! Papa! I'm back," Amy said as she entered the house. 

The door was slightly ajar when she arrived so she had just pulled it open. In a bid to close the door after her, she reached for the door knob. Her fingers barely touched it but with a little stretch she managed to pull it towards her, closing it.  The mahogany door closed with a thud, causing the door knocker to tap on the wood loudly.

It wasn't strange that the door was a bit ajar and neither was it considered unsafe. The town was a small one and everyone knew each other. So most times, doors were left unlocked for neighbors to drop by with ease, barn workers to come in to drop supplies, for the children to walk in after school without having to call adults to help open the door and the likes. 

''Papa, Mama. I got an A,'' she sing-sang as she skipped round the house. 

Her long auburn hair was made into a high pony tail and it bobbed around as she skipped and made to climb the stairs. Her agility showing her true age of seven years. She was wearing a white t-shirt and jean overalls with the straps hanging. 

The smell of smoke  made her stop mid stairs, and turning back, she skipped into the kitchen. One hand fiddling with the strap of her school bag and the other holding a report card. She didn't hear any sound and it seemed strange to her. 

From the entrance of the kitchen, she could see fire starting to envelope the area of the kitchen that had the gas cooker and oven. She stopped skipping, rubbing the hand which held onto her bag strap over her big hazel eyes as it watered from the smoke.

She walked slowly to the other side of the kitchen counter still calling onto her mama and papa. Not looking at where she was going, she stepped into something liquid on the floor and almost slipped. Looking down she saw her parents in a pool of their own blood and a deafening squeal is heard in the house.

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The sirens of police, ambulance, fire fighters and people filled the street. Apparently the squeal of the girl had been heard by her neighbors and they informed the police. The fire had been put out but the kitchen and dinning area were gone.

"Amy," a man called, he looked in his late 30's wearing baggy jean overalls and lumberjack shirt that looked like they had seen better days. He couldn't see the little girl as he ran towards the house.

"Amy," the man called again standing in the middle of the street looking around. 

News like this spread fast in the little town and everyone seemed to be everywhere blocking the view of the house. The man pushed through the crowd still shouting, earning him hisses and curses from the people he pushed.

The young girl was sitting at the back of the ambulance crying  and calling her mama and papa, a nurse was trying to console her to no avail. Her report card was still in hand, now crumpled and her other hand was now holding a rag-doll. She looked tired and weak, her eyes were red, sad and puffy. Her once neatly packed hair was now loose and scattered with some of it sticking to her wet face. Her face and her body now sticky and black from the smoke, sweat and tears. The call of her name made her look around to see the man and she jumped from her sitting position staggering. 

She tried to run inside the house but the police at the entrance blocked her way, causing the screaming man to catch up to her.

"No Uncle Bobby. No, no! I need to show Papa my result. He is just sleeping, you'll see, he'll wake up now, it's a prank,'' the little girl screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks. 

The man, Uncle Bobby carried and started to pet the sobbing girl.

Just then the paramedics started to wheel the bodies out. She jumped out of her uncles arms and ran toward the bodies which were now as white as sheet with red burnt patches, and in body bags. 

''Oh Amy. Poor Amy'', Uncle Bobby said scratching his bald head, he looked tired and sad. He had never seen lively and energetic Amy so weak and scared. Looking at the plastic bags being wheeled out that contained the bodies of his brother and his brother's wife made him realize how real the moment was and now it was his turn to break down into  loud sobs.

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Author's note

Hello there,

So this is my second attempt at writing a novel on here. I intend to put extra work on this one. I hope you enjoy it and make it your best friend. Please always vote, comment and share. It means a lot to me. 

 I'm leaving you with the prologue for now. Hope you liked it. Do comment what you think about it and the emotions you felt while reading it. I've never been involved in a fire accident but I tried as much possible to write down the same kind of emotions I felt whenever I lost a relative. I hope I did justice to it.

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Chapter 1 coming sooonnnnnnnn.

Love Lami.