After the strange ladies left, Amy's mother took her back to her room. Amy crawled into bed, and her mom sat next to her.
"Mommy, did I do anything wrong down there?" Amy didn't want her mom mad at her.
Amy's mom looked sad. "No sweetie, you did nothing wrong. Everything's fine, just go to bed." She covered Amy up with blankets, then kissed her on the forehead. "Goodnight my angel." She walked out of the room, softly shutting the door behind her.
Amy was relived her mother wasn't mad at her, but she still felt something wasn't right. She sat in bed for a while, thinking about the sparkly lady. Amy knew there was something bad about her.
Without meaning to, Amy walked to the window. She looked out, seeing the glow of the full moon cast shadows against the houses. And the people….
At the side of the house, a small group of people were huddled together. An old man was holding a piece of paper, hiding it behind his back. The bigger man held a can, pouring something yucky on the house. The sparkly lady held a box and a tiny stick.
Amy felt something in her. She knew she should tell her mom, but she was so tired. She crawled back into bed, and fell asleep.
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"Amy! Wake up! Get out of the house!"
Amy jolted awake, smelling the smoke. She saw the flames licking under her door. Amy sprung out of bed, and opened the door. Her mom was running by, and grabbed her hand, dragging her to the front door.
Outside, it was cold and clear. Amy looked back, and saw what was going on. The house was smoking like mad, the only light coming from the bright, orange flames.
Amy and her mom walked until the smoke didn't reach them. Her mom crouched down. "Sit here Amy. Wait for Daddy and Danny." Amy sat down on the curb while her mother paced back and forth. Shortly after, her dad ran to them with Danny in his arms. Danny held a little toy car in his hands.
Her dad set Danny down next to her, and both of her parents knelled in front of her. "Sweetie," her dad began. "We love you so much. Your mommy and I have to go back to the house to get something." He kissed her cheeks, then stood up.
Her mom took a deep breath. "We need you to be brave. Take care of Danny, and we will always be with you." She kissed Amy's other cheek, then stood up.
They ran as fast as they could back to the house. Amy was shivering, but Danny didn't notice the cold. He was playing with his little car, making sounds as he drove it on the sidewalk.
They waited and waited for their parents to come back. Danny was now asleep on her lap, and Amy was watching the house for any sign of her parents. The firemen had come, and were putting out the fire. But the house had long burned to the ground.
A nice man had finally come and sat with Amy and Danny. He had tried to talk to her at first, but Amy didn't talk back. She just waited for her parents to come back.
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By now, the sun had started to come up. The fire was mostly out. The firemen were starting to leave, talking to the man before they left. Amy couldn't hear what they said, but they kept glancing at Amy.
When the smoke had cleared, the man let Amy go to the house. She looked around at the debris and charred things. She began sifting through the things, looking for anything that survived. The man came up behind her, and took her aside. He crouched down, and met her eye.
"Amy, I need to say something. I'm sure it must be sad that your house is gone. But, Sweetheart, I'm sorry to say….your parents have died."