"… as such, we hope to find an alternate solution to fighting skin cancer, using these plants," a familiar voice rang in my head.

"Wha-?" Slowly, I looked up and realized that I was not in my sleeping bag. A shock ran through me, as I recognized where exactly I was. "B- but how? Is this a dream?" As it turns out, this was my old classroom, back in Seattle.

One quick look told me that it was most definitely a dream, the fact that there's me standing in the back of the class, and another me watching this little presentation with interest. Said me watching this presentation had the hair cut a bit shorter, with both sparkling, adenophora eyes visible. Adenophora by the way, is a kind of blue flower, commonly known as Lilyleaf Ladybell. As I've said before, I love botany. And what were these blue eyes of mine focusing on?

"Go mom and dad!" this other me whispered. Yes, these presenters were none other than my own parents, Professor Chamise Borton and Doctor Craib Borton. According to them, I inherited my hair and general face shape from my father with my eyes and personality from my mom. Oh, and I should mention that my dad has an awesome mustache, somehow styled to look like leaves. He never did tell me how he managed to do that.

"Tch, and you're doing this why?" a boy with an obnoxious voice asked. Everyone looked at this very rude boy, whose eyes were definitely not sparkling, nor the color of adenophora. They were as brown and dull as a tumbleweed. "What's the point? If those guys were stupid enough to get the cancer in the first place, let's just kill them, they serve no use." Oh, how I hated this guy. His hair was bowel cut, the color of dried grass, and admittedly well kept, mainly so that he looks "respectable".

"The victims of bone cancer have a lot of potential that has to be locked up to treat the cancer, sir," replied my mom in her snarky tone of voice, clearly trying her best to not go all out.

"Not to mention that bone cancer isn't caused by stupidity. They are caused by tumors, which can happen to anyone, including you. You would certainly want a cure that doesn't involve amputation nor your hair falling out, right?" my father added in helpfully and cheerfully. Everyone in the class laughed heartily, except for the boy who made the insensitive comment in the first place.

That's when things quickly turned to nightmares. The classroom turned from a relatively happy place to one filled with terror, as a fire made its way toward the window. For some reason, the fire extinguisher didn't work, and the room was filling up with smoke fast. The only reason I knew this was because that jerk from earlier tripped me, and "accidentally" trapped me under some desks. The fire got bigger, and I later found out that similar fires were in the other classrooms. I was trapped, meekly calling out for help. The fire was getting bigger, the left side of my body completely exposed to the sweltering heat and flames. Just as I was about to give up, the weight of the desks were gone, knocked aside.

"Get up! You must get up!" cried my father's voice. I quickly complied, nearly tripping again. The pain nearly made me blind, but I struggled to hear my parents' voice.

"Get out, quickly! We'll be right behind you! Now run!" my mother commanded, her voice giving me some comfort. I ran as fast as I could, though my left side hurt so much, tears were streaming out. The fire made it very smoky, so I could barely breathe. Thank goodness I pretty much memorized where the exits were. Just as I made it outside, I heard a loud crashing sound.

"Mom! Dad!" I turned around, trying to see where they were. There was no answer, just the flickering of the flames. I repeated the call several times before the smoke got too thick to see anything. Shameful as it was, I ran outside, hoping that perhaps they'll find another way out.

The ambulance was waiting outside, with the paramedics rushing towards me. I struggled against them, arguing that I have to wait for my parents. "They promised that they would be right behind me, they promised!"

Not all promises can be kept...

All right, there's that. Yeah, just tell me if anything is sucky, okay?