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Finn's POV:

I sort of pushed Millie away from the door so I could see what she was looking at. A gust of hot, dry air hit my face, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"Wh-what h-happened?" Millie's voice trembled.

"We-we don't know," Sadie replied shakily, "But we need to get the fuck out of here."

I nodded in agreement. It's not like anything in there couldn't be replaced-

My journal.

"No..." I murmured, turning pale.

"What?" Noah questioned.

"No no no no no," I repeated, and pushed the door open further. I looked back at the five of them, then walked into the condo.

"FINN!"   screamed, but I ignored him.

"GET BACK YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" Sadie called as I scrounged my brain frantically for the location of my book.

"Finn, please!" Millie whimpered, her voice cracking. The heat was starting to get to me. I had to move fast. I dodged bits of the flaming hardwood flooring and carpet, making my way to my bedroom. I shoved the door open, and it ripped off its hinges, and started leaning towards me.

"FUCK!" I yelped, jumping out of the way. The door slammed on the ground, and began to feed the fire.

"FINN! ARE YOU OKAY!?" Caleb hollered.

"Yeah!" I replied, stepping on the door to get into the bedroom. Mine and Caleb's bedsheets were set ablaze, black holes scorching through to the mattress.

"Where the fuck did I put them," I mumbled to myself, trying to recall the pair of jeans where I placed my my journal.

There.

A pair of blue jeans sat in a pile in the corner, surrounded by red and orange flames. The light danced about the walls. I held my breath, and lunged as far as I could towards the pair of pants.

"Oh come on, come on," I strained my voice, and the tip of my index finger brushed the denim. I was starting to feel the heat.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, getting a grip on the pants, then pushed off the ground to get back to standing, the smoke alarm ringing in my ears. 

"Please be in here," I mumbled, the heat of the fire becoming more intense as I straightened out the pair of jeans. I sighed in relief as I saw the top of my journal peaking out from the back pocket.

"Thank God," I said to myself, and threw by jeans to the side after snatching the leather-bound book.

BOOM!

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I screamed in terror as an explosion sounded from the kitchen.

"FINN WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE!" Noah called from the hallway, and I tip-toed on the untouched pieces of floor to get out of the bedroom.

The stove hood had dropped from the ceiling, and crashed into the oven. 

"The fuck.." I trailed off in disbelief, my eyes examining the melted metal at the top of the stove hood.

"I-I'm coming!" I coughed out, trying to push smoke out of my lungs. I hopped from place to place in the living room, flinching as the glass on the coffee table shattered, and the wooden legs became kindling for the fire.

"Shit," I murmured in defeat. My path to the hallway was blocked by a wall of tall flames.

"Finn, you're gonna have to run through it," Gaten called out, coming into view.