Yes, I know, this isn't really related with Harry Potter, but Emma Watson is, so that's all this story needs. On a totally different subject, um, please read it and then leave a comment telling me what you think. TTFN! :)

The Lord of the Fire

Chapter One:

Awakening

Section One: My Usual Introduction

Dear Emma Watson,

How's life in Britain? It must be pretty cool being an actress and all. All the guys must be drooling at your feet and...wait never mind. I'm getting off subject here. Anything interesting happen? Yup, most likely, I mean you're Emma Watson, what's not to be interesting! Well here in poor, crippled Donna (well it used to be Donna), nothing fun or unusual happens. And if something does, then we make a huge celebration and get all worked up about it, but eventually we forget it ever happened. I wanted to tell someone what happened, I wanted to tell someone who probably didn't know about it, and who better than my pen pal, Emma Watson! Here's what happened:

Section Two: An Ordinary School Day

It was an ordinary day with singing birds getting eaten alive by huge monstrous pythons and rainbows going black and white and with, of course, flying unicorns getting shot out of the sky by the nearby hunters. It was the usual normal day and nobody could tell or even predict that the unimaginable would soon take place.

I arrived at school when it was already time for the students to come in from waiting outside. So, I walked straight toward the 8th grade hall almost bumped into a screaming Mr. Regalado yelling, "The end! The end is near! Everyone go home! We're all gonna die! GO!" Yes, Mr. Regalado is our delusional algebra teacher. He (Vanessa thinks) is from like Mars or something. But Franchy thinks he's from Mathland (if there's such thing, I think Franchy's kinda crazy, shhh don't tell anyone). So we all met outside of Mrs. Castillo's classroom. We all went in and ate breakfast and then broke away to our "Study Camps" (boring double sessions of Math and ELA, bleh!) to study for the T.A.K.S. Tests (boring long and completely stupid end of the year exams that determine if we pass to the next grade level). After an exhausting day of endless lectures, it was time to go to our next camp, Mrs. Castillo's classroom. We walked in and formed a group (Becca, Jerry, Sylvia, Nessa, and me).

"Ok, you guys are going to write a letter about an experience with an exploding volcano. You have to describe what it would look like and then turn it in." said Coach What's-His-Face, our sub.

The whole class groaned, but took out paper and began writing. My mind was completely blank. I couldn't think who to address it to or how to even start it off. As I looked around the room, searching for ideas, it was then that I saw a sight most weird.

Section Three: Six Strange Sights

I saw Sylvia poking her nose and rubbing off the mucous on poor Jerry's head. I saw some guy (I didn't know his name) kicking his head with his foot (don't ask me how that's possible). I saw Coach What's-His-Face acting like a total monkey, he was dancing on one foot and scratching his head with one of his hands while the other just swayed loosely in the air. I saw this other girl (I didn't know her name either) doing backflips until she crashed upon the counter that ran along the wall opposite to the door. And I saw a martian knocking at the window, waving hi at me and then he was unexpectedly tackled and eaten by Mr. Regalado.

I just shook my head and told myself to concentrate on the essay thing. But just as I was turning my head toward the blank piece of paper sitting in front of me, I saw a sixth strange sight. It was a red-orange glowing circle on the floor that occasionaly spit out smoke. I looked around, but nobody seemed to be paying it any attention and nobody was doing anything strange anymore. Strange, I thought. I nudged Becca and pointed to the circle thingamabob. Immediately she yelled, "OMG! I wanna step on it!" So, she stood up and moved toward the circle thingamabob only to come back to the group to tell us that it was really hot. By this time, everyone was roused by our distraction and had formed a circle around the circle thingamabob. We stared at the light, transfixed by its marvelous...marvelous...marvelous something. Anyway, Coach What's-His-Face was about to tell us to sit down when, a squirt of the hot circle thingamabob flew into the air and hit Sylvia right in the middle of her eye. She ran around the room screaming, "I'm melting! Help me! I'm melting! Aahh!" Everyone just laughed, apparently they thought that someone suffering was pretty funny, I had to agree with them. The way she ran around the room screaming looked a lot like one of those animated cartoons.

Section Four: Into the Vents

"It's lava!" yelled Coach What's-His-Face frantically pushing students back from the circle. To him, he was saving the students from the lava, but to us, it was just another excuse to push us against the desks and kill us. Anyway, at once, everyone started screaming and running and of course, panicking. Many that ran toward the door were met by a ferocious wave that blasted through the doorway, killing some friends. "The window," I heard someone say. Everyone followed his or her advice, I couldn't tell. But just as we neared it, lava melted through the window and claimed more poor lives. Trapped, we (Becca, Nessa, Jerry, Coach What's-His-Face, and I), tried to figure out a way to get out alive.

"Great! We're gonna die burnt!" said Jerry.

"Well there is a secret passage in each teacher's closet that goes to an underground cafeteria and relaxation room." said Nessa. "We could try going through there."

Here's where I came in, "In case you didn't notice, Miss Know-It-All, our way to the closet is blocked by a sea of magma-"

"Lava," corrected Nessa.

"Whatever! And the underground cafeteria and relaxation room is probably filled with magma alre-"

"Lava," corrected Nessa.

"Right. So what do you propose we do now?" I asked Nessa.

"I don't know." she said.

"And you're supposed to be the smart one."

An uncomfortable and awkward silence fell upon us. "Hey!" We all jumped. "We can go through the roof," suggested Becca, "I saw it in a movie once, a scary movie, ah!" So we got busy. We piled a desk onto the counter opposite the door and one by one we climbed onto the counter, then onto the desk, and into the vents. Coach What's-His-Face was the last one to ascend into the vents.

Section Five: Dying A Hero

Coach What's-His-Face climbed onto the counter and was about to climb onto the desk, when he stepped on a pencil that was lying around innocently and...well...he slipped, lost his balance and fell onto the floor. It must've been my imagination, but I'm pretty sure I heard a faint crack, like a bone breaking or something. He tried to get onto his feet, but his efforts were in vain for the lava had caught up with him and was claiming him too. We watched as he screamed in pain, as the hungry and relentless flames devoured him first feet, then slowly his head. When, we could bear it no longer, we began our journey through the labyrinthine ventilating ducts.

As we passed by the vents, we saw that each classroom was in the same state as ours. But as we passed by one particular classroom, a most comical and hilarious sight awaited us. When we looked down to see what classroom was next, we saw the one and only Jonathan. He was texting (as usual) his 9th grade girlfriend. He was fervently texting her that he didn't notice he was the only survivor of that room. So as he moved to walk forward, he stepped on a pencil, lost his balance, and fell face forward. He looked up just in time to see his phone fall into the lake of lava. He let out a girly scream and immediately, he regained his balance and readied himself into a diving position and dove straight into the lava. Brave Jonathan died a hero; he died saving what he loved most (probably more than his girlfriend), his one and only, trusty, partner-in-crime, cell phone.

Section Six: Hungry for Freedom

As we continued our journey, we met up and passed our other friends, who like us, thought of the idea of going into the ventilating ducts (they probably saw the scary movie that Becca had also seen). We met Dillie (Dolle), Joseph, Mr. Homan (Jose), Emmanuel, Uriah, Manda, Nora, Alex, and Kristin. We also met up with Franchy, Gabie, Valerie, Vicky, and Mando. We traveled with them and kind of talked on some occasions, but most of the time we were basically finding our way out. When we were so close to reach the roof outside, Vicky crawled on a vent that was loose and then fell through it and drowned in the "persistent, unyielding, and inexorable lava," as Nessa described it. Vicky too, screamed and yowled for the lava was burning her alive just as it had eaten so many before her. Saddened and discouraged that we would never find a way out alive, we slowed our pace.

Minutes later, we came to the roof and we all started dancing, crying, yelling, and anything else that ends with "ing" but our little scenario was not over, we still had a huge challenge ahead of us.

"How the hell are we supposed to get off the roof!?" asked Jerry.

A burst of lava shot through the roof very close to us, causing us to run, but we were certainly lucky that we stopped or else we could've ended up as road kill. But Mando, wanted to end up as road kill (we supposed) because his next move was most...most...most...most something because I don't even have the right word for it. Well, Mando, hungry for freedom, jumped off the roof and ended up on the pavement with a certain red liquid trickling out of him, no doubt it was blood.

"No! Mando! Porque?" yelled Franchy in extreme anguish.

"We're all gonna die!" panicked Nessa.

"Oh, shut up and pull yourself together!" said Becca slapping Nessa back and forth across the face. Jerry and Valerie broke them up, but there was no way we could calm Franchy down after such a loss. You, see Mando was Franchy's partner-in-crime, lover, boyfriend, whatever term you prefer (ooooh). It was then, that Jerry spotted a helicopter above us and we climbed up a ladder it had sent down. We climbed up the ladder, first Nessa, then Becca, then Valerie, then me, then Gabie, then Franchy, then Jerry. We were frantically going up the ladder, that none of us noticed that Gabie had pulled out a knife and had cut and loosened the rope ladder. So, when Jerry stepped on the part of the rope ladder that was weak, and with a sharp snap, the rope ladder tore and sent Jerry tumbling down through the air and landing on a certain piece of broken glass. All the girls began to cry.

Section Seven: My Usual...Um...Epilogue?

Once safely inside, we looked down at our school and just saw it, with tremendous force, shoot upward carried by the soul-claimnig lava. Smoke rose up high into the sky, darkening it and blocking out the sunlight. The helicopter took us to safety and we later learned that there were only ten other survivors apart from us, none of which were teachers. In case you're wondering, the ten survivors happened to be Dillie, Joseph, Mr. Homan, Emmanuel, Uriah, Manda, Nora, Alex, Andrew, and some other guy that was visiting our school at the time. His name was Rene as it said on his name tag. The policemen escorted us to our homes and we later texted each other to see how we were.

Becca was throwing a party and having the time of her life (don't think wrong).

Nessa was healing her red cheaks, Becca had slapped her back and forth before.

Gabie was mourning over a loss, a certain person in her life had died.

Valerie was at Becca's party.

Franchy was getting beaten by her mom, apparently she didn't know that Franchy had a boyfriend and that they were...you know...that.

Dillie was in her house listening to music.

Joseph was playing basketball outside.

Mr. Homan was at Becca's party.

Emmanuel was about to get beat up by a guy that plays tuba (I found this out from Becca because Emmanuel was at her party and so was the tuba dude).

Uriah was healing his scraped knees.

Manda was also throwing a party.

Nora was at Manda's party.

Alex was also at Manda's party.

Andrew was at the doctor's.

The guy named Rene was...doing I don't know what.

And I was at home spending my time writing this letter.

The city of Donna issued an evacuation order because the lava was flowing into the city. Only a total of 20 people died from the city, but many homes and businesses were destroyed. The lava flows stopped with time, burying Donna in its deep layers of solidified lava. We scattered around the Valley, except for me (I lived in Alamo), but we still kept in touch.

And that's what happened in, well, what used to be Donna. Maybe you'll see it in the news some day. Well this is the end of this letter. Write back soon!

Your Pen Pal,

Jaden13

P.S. (Some Advice) Don't ever trust pencils, especially some that are lying on the floor waiting innocently for someone to step on them and WHAM, they fall and die. Now, whenever there's a pencil on the floor, I just walk around it slowly so that it doesn't that I'm there. So...yeah, don't ever trust a pencil...ever...ever...ever...ever...ever...ever...ever...ever...EVER! Got that?

P.S.S. (Note) This was the volcano's Awakening.

P.S.S.S. (Another Note) This is the first part out of five parts.

P.S.S.S.S. (Yet Another Note) Just kidding! Oh wait there is another note: the second part will be coming shortly.