Many of us seen it that day. nobody really understood why. But how could we tell her to stop? We barely knew her.

"I'm gonna do!" Teri screamed, placing the burning match close to her arm. It amazed everyone how she was taking this too seriously. I wanted to help her, but even I couldn't do much.

"Teri, please, don't do it!" I said, trying to convince her by stepping forward at her time of need.

"Back off, Penny! Nobody knows me! Nobody cares!"

"I care! And so do your friends!"

"What friends!?"

Soon enough, it concerned me that she was having a panic attack. I've never dealt with that before. I want to help. I want to. But how can I? Saying it won't help. I could try to stop her, but what if she burns herself when I try to stop her, then it will be my fault.

Teri started to look around at all the attention she was getting. She started to spin and spin and spin. I saw her falling, tripping maybe (though it was physically impossible for a paper bear).

She passed out.

I ran to her and caught her. The match went out when it hit the floor.

I didn't know what just happened at the moment.

I brought her to the nurse, but I had to wait for a bit. Soon she came out and saw Teri.

The nurse was a bit large for someone, kind of like a bear (only not out of paper). She was like her mother. In fact, she seen Teri more than her own parents did. She knew her well.

"What happened?" she asked, worried while grabbing Teri.

"She tried to to burn herself in front of everyone."

"Goodness," she said, "oh goodness gracious."

"I think she had a panic attack."

"It's not unlikely, I'll tell you, " she said, bringing her inside her office. "I'll take it from here. Thank you."

She closed the door and I saw the big bold letters there: NURSE'S OFFICE.

I left-before I did, I waited a bit there, hoping that Teri was alright.

After a while, I left.

What could I do? She didn't want my help, but I knew I should have done something to prevent it from happening.

I started to look back at the memories I had with Teri. They were vague. I could barely even remember me spending time with her. I didn't even know how we met, let alone we became friends. I guess it just did. But the more I tried to remember the less I consider Teri a friend.

Soon I heard screaming. I ran over to find where it was coming from, but then I heard something else. It was the fire alarm. I saw people leaving, but I looked at the nurse's office and Teri, leaving upstairs.

I ran and followed her. I kept yelling out her name and telling her to stop. She ran to the 3rd floor and there I saw it: a fire. I've never seen one up close before-I didn't even see the fire when my dad starts up the barbecue grill.

Teri ran to the fire, but opened the door and went in, unharmed.

I went after her and went in. I saw her at the edge of the window. She gonna jump or something, but I yelled out her name to stop.

She turned to me and smiled. She put her hand (the right one) and it caught on fire. She didn't feel anything. Nor did she care. She smiled at me and soon her whole arm was on fire. She stepped back and went to the window and put her other hand to the flames and soon her whole body caught on fire; the flames were a shade of orange and dark red, soon when she toward the window it turned yellow, barely visible by the naked eye. I saw her, perish and soon fade away. Her legs soon turn to ash, like she was going away like an angel. She told me only one word to me: "Freedom."

I soon saw nothing left as the flames went from her legs to her head. The next thing I knew I black out, right there in the flames.