Thanks for the reviews! I double spaced it this time. Is this easier to read? Please let me know! J
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"Simon, where are you?" Lucy called, her voice hoarse from yelling and breathing in smoke. She finally reached his room and opened the door. As soon as she stepped in, she doubled over, coughing. It was even smokier in Simon's room than in the hallway. She looked around and realized that most of the smoke was coming from under the door that led to the twin's room. "Simon!" she called.
"Lucy?" he finally answered.
"Yeah, it's me", she replied, locating him through the smoke. "Are you OK?"
"I'm Ok, are you?"
"Yes, but what about the twins?"
"They aren't in their room. Mom and Dad must have already taken them."
"Ok, we need to get out", she said, grabbing his hand.
"No kidding", he replied sarcastically.
"Simon, now is not the time", she told him seriously.
"Sorry"
"Ok, so I think we can make it out through your window if-", Lucy stopped suddenly as the walls around them began to cave in. "Get down!" , she ordered Simon. "Cover your head!" He obeyed, too terrified to do anything else. Lucy saw a shelf from the wall falling out of the corner of her eye and before she had a chance to react, it had hit her. She tried to stay awake, but everything was fading. Finally, it all turned to black.
After what seemed like hours, Mary heard the siren of a fire truck coming toward them. The truck parked in the driveway, and a tall man in a jacket approached her father. "Anyone still in the house, Sir?" he asked.
"Yes" the Reverend replied anxiously. "My daughter and son. Their names are Lucy and Simon and they are 19 and 15 years old. Please find them!"
"We'll try our best" the man said reassuringly, as he ran toward the house.
Mary and her family waited, silent except for the occasional sob from her mother. Even the twins were not crying and for once, Ruthie was quiet. About ten minutes later, they saw a fireman pulling something from the house. A women ran over to the family, looking serious. "We found your son" she told them.
"Oh, thank you!" Annie sobbed. "Is he Ok? And what about Lucy?"
"Well we are taking your son to the hospital. He is unconscious, but we don't know what other injuries he has suffered. As for you daughter, I hate to tell you, but we are starting to lose hope that she will be found alive. She has been in the burning house for a half hour now." The women looked sincerely sorry. "I can honestly tell you that everything is being done to find her" she told Annie gently.
"No, no, she can't die!" Annie sobbed, beginning sound slightly hysterical.
"Ma'm, I think you need a break. Come to the hospital with your son. You can get a cold drink there and maybe calm down a little"
Mary finally turned her attention to the rest of the family to see how they were taking the news. Ruthie was crying loudly, and Robbie was trying to comfort her. Matt was also crying, but trying not to show it. Her father had his arm around her mother and held her as she sobbed. Sure they are all upset, but none of them caused the fire, Mary thought, none of them are feeling the guilt I am feeling. How can I ever live with myself if Lucy dies?
Do you still like it? Should I keep going? Please review! J