Christy lived in a small town in Virginia. Her father was a close friend with the mayor and her mother was very socially active. Christy's life was good for a whole of 13 years un-till one day all of it came crashing down on her.
The fatal day was on a Monday…since then Christy hated Mondays. She was walking home with some friends form school. Everything was perfect; it was two weeks to her birthday and her parents had promised to take her to New York for the big day. As she parted from her friends at the corner of her street smoke drifted into her lungs. Gazing down the street Christy saw a house lit up in flames. In a matter of moments Christy realized that her house was on fire. Dropping her books Christy pounded down the street to her house.
There were fire-trucks lined up outside the house. Christy ran past a few firemen up to the house and attempted to enter the blazing house. Strong arms grabbed her and pulled her back from the house. Tears were welling in her eyes. Screaming and kicking the fireman put her down next to another person. It was the kitchen boy.
"Now Lass, I want you ta stay here an don't move," the fireman commanded. Her was Irish and had hair to match the hot devils that were consuming the house. Christy nodded weekly. Every thing was a blur.
"Um…miss…" The boy coughed out. "I'm sorry…your parents were trapped in their room. Um they died before the fire trucks got here. My dad tried the get the door open to save them but a part of the burning ceiling collapsed on him" The boy was choking back tears. He was a little older than Christy. The boy, Luke, who Christy nicked-named Spot, was covered in soot and ash from head to toe. He had a cane with a gold tip lying next to him.
"What's that?" Christy asked pointing with one hand to the cane and with the other hand wiping her cheeks.
"It's my Grandpa's. He gave it to my dad, and I was spouse to get it when I turned eight-teen but I got it early."
"Come on, let's get out of here…there's nothing keeping us back," Christy said standing up.
"And go where?" Spot asked taken by surprised.
"Uh…" Christy searched her brain. Then she gave a smirk. "How about New York?"
(ha ha I like this story…I like
where it's going…I hope you like It too. I'll get better or the plot will
thicken or something else will happen…well till next time…)