The fire cackled, and my skin burned from the heat. My suitcase didn't have food, and I didn't know how long I could last. They are gone. Burnt. Ashes. I thought. Gone. Burnt. Ashes. Those words repeated over and over. Gone. Burnt. Ashes. I lost my house. Gone. Burnt. Ashes. I lost my family. Gone. Burnt. Ashes.

"Are you sure?" I asked the firefighter, my voice trembling.

"Dead as dead could be." He sighed. "Look, do you have anyone to go to?"

I shook my head.

"Aunts? Cousins? Grandparents?" He asked.

I shook my head. My heart ached terribly from my loss. I had one burnt hand, but it was nothing compared to my heart. I swallowed back my tears, and sighed.

The sun started to peak out over the mountains. I hate the sun made of fire! I hate it! I thought angrily.

I remembered what my Ma told me, "Life is like a rainbow, you're walking on it, and it's so big and shining, and very colorful. You never know what will happen to it!" She loved to relate life to rainbows. But right now, I feel like my rainbow cracked, and shattered beneath my feet.

"My mom," The firefighter hesitated. "My mom is single right now. Maybe she could…" His voice trailed off. "She could temporarily take care of you until I find somewhere else."

"Why so hesitant? What's wrong?" I asked, knowing that when someone talks about someone else adopting you and they are very hesitant, there is a catch.

"Um, she is a little, well, stern, serious, um…" He sighed. "Call her ma'am, and you better do as she says."

"Ok," I said. I remember my ma always let me call her anything, she'd also bake cookies, and hug me to great me. I hope this lady is like my ma.

"I'll send you there right now." The firefighter motioned me to go into his car.

I grabbed my suitcase, and hopped in.

I felt a part of me was lost, not just my burnt hand, but also my soul. "What about my hand?" I asked.

"Oh, um, yeah, it's pretty badly burnt."

I realized there was nothing to big to worry about. This lady would be fine, this guy always hesitate.

During the car ride, I silently stared out the window. The firefighter hummed to the radio, trying to get me to hum to, but that never happened. The car ride was long, boring, and silent. Eventually the firefighter stopped humming, turned off the radio, and drove on, plunging us into total silence. All that passed us were trees, cars, houses, and restaurants. I yawned 10 times before we arrived to our destination.

The firefighter got out off the car, and opened my car door, escorting me out.

"Bye, hope you get over your loss. I really feel bad for you." The firefighter led me out of the car. "Um, I hope this is, uh, the right house." He knocked on the door.

A lady dressed in gray appeared at the door. Her hair was in a tight bun, her eyes gloomy gray, pale lips, paler skin; everything about her was gloomy and black and white. "What?" She hissed. "Oh, hello son, what do you have with you, another cursed, evil, demon?" Her voice was ice cold.

"Hello, what is your name?' I ask, sticking out a hand. Then I remembered what firefighter told me. "Ma'am,"

"My name is classified, now you go to the horse stables, and get yourself comfortable in a stall. The one in the very far end has less manure." Grey Lady growled.

"Mom, do you have anything better for this young lady? Her family and house and everything she had owned or remembered burned in a fire."

"Oh, boo hoo, at least I am giving her anything at all!" Grey Lady snarled.

"Um, yes mother, I respect you for that. Bye, um, I love you." The firefighter smiled uneasily.

"Oh grow up! And why did you have to be a firefighter, Mill? That job is plain old boring and stupid!" Grey Lady cried.

"No, it isn't. Remember when your kitchen stove caught on fire? Who saved you?" Mill bit his lip.

"I didn't need any help!" Grey Lady snapped.

"Yes, mother, right." Mill said, and hurried into his car.

"Go into the stables, NOW!" Grey Lady marched away.

I growled angrily, and marched into the stables with an angry stormy cloud over my head. The only smell was horse poop, no horse smell or wood, just poop. But Grey Lady was right; the smell wasn't as strong in the back. I plopped my stuff down in the stall with the faintest smell of poop, and thought about my family. What's worse was that the fire happened on the day the baby was expected. My mom was pregnant, and I've always wanted a baby sister, but I can't have any now.

I hugged my knees, and blew hair out of my eyes. A great way to start off a day! I sat and sat and sat, wishing my rainbow would grow back. I just sat, and waited for supper.

Grey Lady returned an hour later than my regular supper with soup.

"Why did it take so long?" I asked, instantly regretting what I said. "Ma'am"

"I have to have MY dinner to!" Grey Lady snapped impatiently, and stomped back to her house, slamming the door.

I sighed, and finished my soup. It was cold and mushy. It was raw, soft, green beans in water with a lump of sugar floating around. It tasted too bitter, too sweet, and it made you feel full when you still need more to eat.

I found a bed in the corner. Grey Lady must've made this the guest room or something, but the bed was the least stinky thing in the stable, and it smelled like a skunk's spray. I flopped on my back on it, and felt a sharp jab up my back. It felt like metal, nothing at all like a soft mattress, so I ended up sleeping on a pile of hay in the corner.

I felt more than sure my rainbow is completely gone, nothing left. I sighed again, and started tossing and turning on the hay. I had a hard time sleeping, the bitter and cold wind blowing hard in my face, it was NOTHING near comfy. I gritted my teeth to keep myself warmer, and took as little and small breaths as possible to keep out the skunk-like smell. I stop gritting my teeth, and they started chattering. I noticed a huge hole with only faded, old, gray curtains to keep the heat in, and they aren't doing a good job. Either Grey Lady is bad at house furnishing and has a terrible taste in style, or she is trying to torture me.

The howl of the wind hurt my ears, and to top that, the wind was also burning my ears off. The constant neigh of horses kept me up the whole night, and crickets' chirp was chirping in my ears. I feel so bad for my poor, aching, ears.

If a guest came over to my house, they would get a room with lavenders decorated everywhere for the look and smell. My family would laugh and cheer with them, and make them feel welcome. Grey Lady does just the opposite.

I took off my jacket, and cover myself with it, and found a whole to ton jackets in my suitcase, and used them to cover my whole body, including my head to block out the smell. I wanted to cry myself to sleep, and that was exactly what I did.