Burns That Are Not There

   

Seeing the house made me sad. Angry. Almost suicidal. Why did the world feel the need to take them away from me? I walked closer, next to the lamppost. I saw the gravestone they put where the front garden should have been.

“Here lies Magdalena Linda and Zack Tran,

Loving Parents,

Who died when nothing could have stopped them"

No one really understands the gravestone. They told me I had to pick what was going on it. Their parents were dead and they didn't have any remaining family but me. What I meant was they died when nothing else could have stopped them doing anything. My parents were daredevils- my mum climbed Mount Everest without actually telling anyone but my dad and he made sure that she didn't die up there. I got my frizzy red hair from my mum- but she used product on it so that it was silky and straight. She had narrow turquoise eyes and an elegant build. She had white skin- like me( or rather, I have white skin, like her) , and thin lips. I got my eyes from my dad- he had slitted green eyes and fine, straight, black hair. He was very tall, and had a graceful build. His skin was light coloured- not as white as my mums, but almost.

As I was thinking this I leaned against the lamppost, but jumped back immediately. The lamppost was white hot, and it burned a hole in the sleeve of my net blouse. I looked at my arm, expecting an enormous burn on my shoulder, but it wasn't there. I poked at it, and it felt.... well, like I was poking at my arm, really. I picked myself up off the floor and walked back to the orphanage, not thinking or stopping the entire way.

I tried to turn the handle but it wouldn't budge. Locked. They must've all gone out to the park, I thought. A lot of the older kids wouldn't have gone, but they locked it anyway, I thought as I turned the spare key that I'd nicked from under the front door mat in the lock. As I stepped inside I called out. " Hello! " . How very odd, I thought. Normally someone would have shouted back or come running down the stairs. I went into the kitchen and made myself a marmite sandwich, and then went into the living room. I put Buffy on and started munching. Xander's my favourite character, I thought, not hearing the footsteps behind me. And I especially like the episode where he says, " Hi, for all those of you who just tuned in, everyone here is a crazy person" . Then someone shoved a bag on my head and everything went black.

Author's Note

* No copyright infrigment intended.
Lol
Everyone here is a crazy person too, Xander.