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As he watched his house burn to the ground a tear dropped down his face. The air turned black the ashes were flying with the wind ,the taste of burnt wood was noticed. The bright orange flames were getting higher . Poor little boy fell to the ground and the only thing in sight was black clouds the smell of burning wood and the taste of ashes, he felt alone
fears still dashing through his body.

He could not believe what just happened right in front of him alone with no one around. The smell got stronger his body could not handle this, he became weak. The boy laid down the fire slowly died down but the smell was still strong. The house was gone no longer standing no longer breathing, His whole world was crushed. The boys family was out before him he was all alone, the only thing strong and still standing was the little boy.

His house was black and colourless. He couldn't even remember how it happened, the first thing that came to his mind was what happens now? No food, clothes or a bed to sleep on. The wind was blowing the ashes in a mini tornado the car was rusty its doors were gone including everything he had owned. He left the house, said his goodbyes and off he was walking down the street he stopped at the park where him and his family used to play, a tear ran down his soft face.

He sat on the swing watching the kids  play in the park and play tag he remembered that the one thing his mum told him was don't give up. He knew there was nothing more for him so he set on a journey to find a new family.