It was just like any other day, slow and boring. I had gone upstairs to help Ally clean, Ally's five years old.
"Tori I can't dust," Ally says.
"I know that's why that's my job," I say.
Ally pouts then hands me the duster. As I'm cleaning the shelves I smell smoke.
"Hey is everything okay down there," I yell.
No answer comes, so I peak my head out and realize the house is on fire.
"Ally get those windows open, I'm gonna check where the other girls are," I say.
Ally opens the windows, while I checking for the other girls, but they're not up here. I look down from the upstairs landing and see Zoe run out the house.
"Zoe," I scream, but she doesn't hear me.
I run back into the room to find Ally by the window coughing. I run to her and open the windows more.
"Hey it's gonna be okay," I say holding her tight.
I begin to look for a way out. Then someone appears in the room.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I ask.
He walks forward, and I know he's not a firefighter, they aren't even here yet. He advances again, and I began frantically searching for away out. The only way I find is a long drop out of the window. I then see Madame Kincey where I can throw Ally to. I pick up Ally and throw her, luckily Madame catches her.
"You'll never get out," the man says, then runs over to me knocking us both out the window and into the building across the road.
Everyone below screams when they see us go across like that.