The house next door was on fire. In fact, all the houses were. The houses that once stood so tall and proud, providing shelter to the good people that lived in each one. I didn’t quite know what was going on though. One moment this place, my hometown, was green and merry, thousands of people walking their dogs around the neighborhood and driving in their nice cars. This place was a peaceful one. That was, until an hour or so ago when something that sounded like a gunshot went off. Then shot after shot until you could make out a fire in the distance. What was it? It looked like a fairly large one, not that of a bonfire or a grill. Was a home on fire? “BOOM BOOM BOOM” now the noise was drawing nearer. “BOOM BOOM BOOM” more fire. Bigger fire. Next thing you knew, the city was in an uproar of panic. Worst nightmare confirmed, that fire was that of a burning house. But instead of one house down and one tragedy for one family, those noises like gunshots continued to go off and with each one fired, a house would tragically pay for it. What was happening? People were collecting all precious belongings from their houses. Families loading up into cars, trying to escape. Me, a six-year-old girl with light brown hair and blue eyes, looking out the window at the nightmare that would cost hundreds, even thousands, of innocent lives. But at that moment, right then and there, I was just a starry eyed little girl who had no clue what the heck was going on right in front of me. The terror in the faces of those that I knew and loved is what convinced me to call for help. “Martha! Martha come here quick it’s an emergency!” I called to the housemaid. Martha was a short, somewhat plump, woman with brown hair that was always braided into a kind of crown on her head. Martha had brown eyes, stubby fingers, amazing cooking skills, and a big heart. I could always depend on Martha. Within seconds I could see Martha descending the grand staircase, her eyes wide with concern. “What is it Jaycie? What is wrong?” she said with a tone full of concern. “Martha come, look out this window. What is happening to the town? I keep hearing firework noises.” At those words, Martha rushed over to the window. Her dark brown eyes grew wide and her face grew with fear. “WE”RE UNDER ATTACK!!! EVERYBODY OUT OF THE HOUSE!” Under attack? Was it like that cool action movie I watched a couple months ago? Was a handsome superhero going to come and save all the good people from death? And if he was, where was he and why wasn’t he here? I soon began to realize that this was not a movie and there would be no superhero. “AGHH!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was under attack. But why? Did someone do something in this town so bad that it was worth killing and destroying everyone in it? “BOOM BOOM BOOM,” the background ‘music’ was still going. It was now so close that it was ringing in my ears. I felt a set of arms pick me up and run me into my bedroom, which was only a few feet away from the end of the staircase. When the arms set me down, I was looking into the eyes of my mother. My mother was naturally beautiful, one of those faces that didn’t need any makeup. She was about 5’6”, an average height around here. She was skinny, but not too skinny. My mom had blonde hair and the same blue eyes as me. “Mother what is going on? What is wrong?” I asked, wearily as if this was all a dream. “Jaycie, honey, I need you to listen. These people are evil, pure evil. They are going to come into the house to steal anything worth a penny, and kill anyone who gets in the way. Send groups of 10 people. After they have robbed us blind, they are going to drop something called a bomb to blow up the house and light it on fire. By that time, we need to be out of the house,” my mom spoke fast, knowing we did not have much time. In the corner of my eye, I caught the house four doors down get blown to smithereens. “Jaycie, Jaycie look at me,” my mom was on the verge of yelling now. When I looked into her eyes, I saw something I had never seen before in my mother: Fear. My mom was the calmest, purest soul in the whole world. “Mommy what do I do?” I asked in tears. “Oh no Jaycie honey, do not cry. Just do as I say. I need you to go, run, and find someone, a family, and stay there. I need you to trust me. I will come and find you when this is over I promise. Okay? Promise me you will do this?” I shook my head yes. Fear was practically paralyzing my body. I heard someone kick the front door open. “Jaycie, they’re here!” my mom said in terror, “You need to go, and use the patio door. They won’t be there yet. Go!” “But mom,” I said, “I don’t want to leave you.” My mom looked at me as if she knew it would be the last time. She tucked a piece of hair that was falling out of my braid behind my ear. She removed her silver locket that was shaped like a heart, the one she always wore, from her neck and placed it onto mine. “A little piece of me with you,” she whispered. She bent down onto her knees and gave me a hug. Then she whispered in my ear, “I love you.” My mom gave me one last look and mouthed the word go. She then disappeared into the room with all the attackers. I ran out the patio door like instructed I was out of sight. I heard a scream from inside, that of my mom’s, and then my house, my home went up in flames. “MOTHER! NO!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I wanted to go inside, die with her. I was an orphan. No Martha, no mom. I was alone. “Jaycie, Jaycie, Jaycie!” Someone’s voice was yelling my name, but who’s?