Oh my god I'm alive

Its been a long time wow
I've been active on my dA a ton, Its Cometstars But i've been grounded so i wasnt aloud on PMC!
Dream saga three is here~
~~Ash

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We entered the chapel in awe. The light spewed from the vibrant glass, illuminating each and every speck of dust, each polished wood plank of the building. I swelled at the astonishment of my classmates as they admired the church I attended weekly. Little did I know what lurked within my once-peaceful home.  


I care about each and every one of my classmates. Dumb, right? Even that kid everyone thinks is annoying… I care about everyone. I care about even the ones I find annoying. I care about the rude ones, I care about the timid ones. Now, my first period was here, at my church for a field trip. How fun…


As Pastor Sandy lead us down the hall, she explained the story of Christ’s re-birth, of how christens believed he was The Son Of God. One kid strayed behind the group. He was one of the ‘annoying ones’. As we call them.


Armani*. His florescent red hair makes him stand out, his curious nature and tendency to talk at every possible moment seems to set him into the stereotype of ‘annoying’. Stereotypes, the foundation of humanities ideas, the core. Bother.  He lagged behind.


“Class! Come now, it’s time to go see the main worshiping area of the church…!” Mrs. Barn* excitedly exclaimed to the rolling eyes of the class. Pastor sandy seemed to be a little surprised by the sudden interruption of our teacher, but said nothing of it.


“Oh wow! Look at that…!” No one listened to him.


BRRRRRRING!


Shouts filled the air, screams of terror from the girls, looks of alarm from the adults, and the thick smell of smoke filled the hallway.


Then I saw them. The flames that danced, they gleamed with hungry expressions. They wanted someone… anyone. They wanted to take that person to where they’d never see the happy smiles of life again. Where they’d never see the joy of friends, they’d never experience the love, the hate within life.


They wanted him. The class scattered, running in all different directions, but all of them out. I did a hurried head count and followed them out, 24 like there shou- 24?!


ARMANI!


There should be 25 of us!


I whirled around, my mind casting out desperately with my sixth sense of being able to feel in my mind where my friends were, and I found him in my radar. He was just behind the hall, where the flames started to lap up all life. As I dashed around the corner, I found him. Wreathed in flames, he was running towards me with all his might, a panic polluting his green eyes. I reached my hand out to him, I could pull him thorough the flames, to safety!


“Melissa! Get back from the fire!” Mrs. Barn grabbed my arm and pulled me back, away. How could she! The flames wanted Armani, and she was leaving him to them!


“No…!”


I was being dragged away…


Armani’s eyes widened, and he was silent for the first time in ages. The fire, just as red as his hair, drank eagerly from his life source, leaving him blackening with soot, emerald eyes dancing in terror and disbelief. The flames…the flames….


“…Armani…!”





I awoke in horror, tears rimmed my eyes and my pillow was damp with salt. A dream…the first of many to come…


Throughout the day I kept close tabs on Armani. How…how did I fathom that…?