Bianca's POV

I somehow managed to evade the crash and it landed before me, swallowing up everyone else whole. I looked around, listening for any sound of anyone screaming for help, but I heard nothing. The only good thing was that it had crashed on the door, and the door was now a free space- in which I could walk through to safety immediately.

I smirked, I'd be scott-free. But then I faltered. I was not that cruel, to let so many people die.

"Anyone hear me?" I called out.

Then I heard a whimper and someone struggling.

I looked over, straining my neck, around the pile of burning debris.

It was St. Clare, trying to rid herself of the flames on her little, delicate, red sweater.

I rolled my eyes and ran over, ripping off the hot polyester and cotton material and throwing it aside.

"Clare, let's go!"

"Alli, Fiona, Jenna…the guys." She whispered, and I almost didn't hear- as her voice immediately faded into the crackling flames.

"They'll be fine- we just have to rush outside and then-"

"Help, please."

Someone's leg was stuck under a large piece of wood, which magically, was not on fire.

"Alli!" Clare said gratefully and pulled her out while I lifted the wood lazily.

"Okay, now let's get out of here!"

And the three of us, hand in hand, ran outside where immediately, paramedics attended to us.

Firemen rushed in past us, but not before asking us how many other people were in there. There were 12 other people in there. And they were our friends, enemies, and boyfriends.

In my case, ex, but it was all the same.

Then a doctor came running over to us.

"Do you girls know a senior by the name of Anya McPherson?" he asked, frantic and worried.

We nodded.

"Is she in there?"

We nodded again, and we took off the oxygen masks.

I answered, "She's in there, trapped."

Alli saw the doctor's face. "Don't worry- she's right under that huge pile right there-" she pointed right by the entrance. "They'll get her out no problem."

But Alli, unfortunately, made the doctor feel worse. He was denying it, repeating no over and over, and slunk down to the ground, putting his head in his hands.

Yes, add words like huge and under to your sentence. It makes for a great tale of how easy it'll be to find her under a burning pile of junk.

I rolled my eyes mentally.

Clare and I stood up, brushing off the soot and ash from our ruined clothes. "Who are you anyway?" I asked rudely.

He snapped his head up at me, "Dr. Chris. I treated Anya's mother for cancer."

"And you care for her because?" Alli piped up from somewhere behind us.

"Alli, please be quiet." I heard Clare say under her breath.

I would've been much more blunt, but I saw Clare was not focused on this scene at all- but she still seemed to have the reflection of the fire in her blue eyes, and I knew she was thinking about how Eli was somewhere in there.

And there was no way to have a direct handle on the guys, because they could be anywhere in the school- but I guess if they were close enough to us when the ceiling collapsed, they would've come running.

"I'm dating her- she is 18- therefore I am allowed to- so don't any of you kids lecture me on how it's illegal."

He seemed in a very poor mood, and with good reason. Since Anya was basically a less foolish, less religious (these two things are not connected, to any of you people who take anything I say the wrong way- foolishness and faith do not go together- I'm not an ashiest, like Clare's boy-toy back there) version of Clare, I figured the doctor had to be one of the sort too sensible and kind for his own good.

And then the firemen started to bring people out…