The Day My House Burned Down

I told them it wasn’t my fault, but they wouldn’t listen. Locked me in a tiny room and kept asking the same dumb questions. Where were you? Why weren’t you in school? What about the last fire? I was like, yeah what about it? I was up at Camp Destin for six months for that one, “paying my debt to society.” This one cop, a big guy with sweat stains on his shirt, tried to get tough with me. But I just closed my eyes and thought about how the world got bright and quiet right after the house exploded.

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Title by: Shawn Reed
Story by: Jenny

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