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I was on my way to the Opera House. It was such a peaceful day. There was nobody with a frown on their face that day. The sun shined brightly but was shaded by small, puffy clouds. Nobody noticed the certain unease in the air. As the Opera House just came into view, a great ball of fire erupted from the Opera House. Along with the ball of fire came a noise so loud, it knocked me off my feet. I fell on my back with a scream. I turn my head away from the Opera House and saw that there were other balls of fire spread across the city. There were 10, all erupting from highly populated and important buildings. I saw that my leg had been severely injured and that i could not walk on it. I crawled my way to the Opera House and saw the most horrid sight I have ever seen. People were burning alive everywhere. They all came up to pleading for me to help them. As they walked toward me, I could see their burning flesh falling off their bones. They let out bloodcurdling screams as they burned alive. Most of those people in the Opera House were my friends. I saw my friends burn alive in front of my eyes. If some other injured ones carried me away from the building to a corner I would have lain there, in pain and sorrow, until I burned alive as well. We sat in that debris covered corner for what seemed like years. Finally, a huge team of firemen, police officers, and reporters came and rescued us. I lost my leg and had to be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, but it was worth surviving the disaster. Before an ambulance picked us up a reporter took this picture of us. Each time I look at it I remember what I saw and give thanks that I am still alive.