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Day 527

“The sky is on fire, and there’s nothing I can do about it,” I thought to myself. There had been news reports all day of an ongoing wildfire heading towards Los Angeles. I never really considered it would hit me, or at least not until second period. I was in sixth grade when I heard over the intercom that they would be evacuating students immediately. Naturally, being 11 years old, my class rejoiced in claps and cheers that we got to go home for the day. We all quickly packed our bags and headed towards the gym to be picked up. We were greeted with gym mats laid out all over the floor for light-headed students due to smoke inhalation. The air in the gym felt coarse and rough on my throat, I struggled for a gasp of air underneath the haze.

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