6.
Something strange woke me up out of my sleep. It was the middle of the night. I smelled something burning. Oh my goodness, it was the most shocking site all weekend. All the trees around us were on fire. Ty had spilled the lighter fluid near the campfire. Somehow, it caught on fire. And it lit the trees on fire. I had to wake Molly and Tyrone up. I don't know how they were sleeping through that. It was just sheer panic. We didn't know what to do. We really gotta find a way to get out of here.
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