Disclaimer: I own Porcelain and her family. I think I own the plot. But, probably not.
Author's Note: I wrote this a couple of months ago when my friend and I started to write fan fictions. This is my first ever finished fan fic. So enjoy. PLEASE R&R!
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She woke up to a bell and the smell of smoke. She looked at her door. Smoke poured in around it. She heard a man yell to see if anyone was inside.
"Help!" she screamed.
"I'm comin'!" the man yelled. The man who was apparently a fireman opened the door and carried her out of the burning house.
"Who else is in there?" The man asked.
"My parents and my little brother." she said in between coughs. Her beautiful, long, wavy auburn colored hair blowing in the wind.
"They're on the top floor!" she said, pointing and coughing.
"Okay I'll be right back!" the fireman said already running toward the house. The fireman ran out of the house a couple of minutes later with her brother and her mother slung lifelessly over his shoulders.
"Mother? Peter?" She asked shaking them hard.
"I'm going in to get your father." the fireman said. But she was in so much shock she didn't hear. The fireman came out of the collapsing house and laid her father down by her mother. His head was bleeding badly.
"Father?" she asked, stroking his face and looking into his eyes for any signs of life.
"We need to rush him to the hospital." the fireman said.
"A two-by-four from the attic came down and hit him on the head and he was knocked unconscious." the fireman explained
"What's his name?" the fireman asked, taking his notebook out of his pocket.
"William Dalton Cook." Aleezia replied wiping her bittersweet tears from her amazingly bright emerald eyes.
"William Dalton Cook." the fireman said as he wrote the name down.
"And your name, miss?" the fireman asked, looking up from his notebook.
"Aleezia Charlotte Cook." she said.
"Do you have any close relatives, Aleezia?" the fireman asked while watching the other firemen put Aleezia's father in a coach.
"Not that I know of."Aleezia said stroking her chin, trying to remember but not succeeding.
"Well than we will have to take you to the orphanage. I will check to see if any in this area have an opening. Okay?" the fireman asked to make sure she was understanding.
"Yeah, sure, whatever."Aleezia said, not paying attention.
"You can stay at the hospital until we can find an orphanage." the fireman said. Aleezia didn't like the term orphanage. It made her feel so helpless, so lonely.
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Hopefully you liked it. I know I'm not very good. So I will enjoy criticism. Imight post the next chapter if you guys like it. So, I'm begging you, PLEASE R&R!