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I glare through the metal fence and into the playground of the school house, watching as the children run around and play all sorts of games to amuse themselves. After watching for a few minuets I note the lack of adults on the playground, I always thought is was mandatory for schools to have adults present at all times, but apparently not. After a few more minuets the bell of the school rings and echos across the concrete playground and the children all form lines, and march into the big wooden doors.

I decide to go into town and do my business and come back later to watch the children at play, i go into a few shops and nothing much happens, however the 4th shop i enter, a small charity shop that is owned by an old woman, is where my day begins to get, a little... odd. On the wall of the shop just behind the counter are a variety of newspaper articles about a number of different things. Some about politics and the occasional award given to the town, then i glance to the far left article, it reads the following.

"Snt Augustins Primary school set ablaze

Local school Saint Augaustins Primary was set ablaze today and unfortunately burned to the ground. Despite the local fire brigades best efforts to control the blaze, little could be done to save the lives of those inside, a total of 370 lives were lost yet remarkably no teachers died in the inferno. We give out prayers to the family's that lost children today and we hope they rest in peace."

I questioned the woman about the article saying, "Did you lose someone in that fire?" i then noted the date of the article, it was about 9 years ago so she must have lost a grand child if nothing else, "Why yes i did actually, I was the head teacher you see, so i guess you could say i did lose 370 people in that fire but one child in particular still haunts my mind... A young girl named Nancy, she had long blonde hair and always wore her tie backwards, she had the biggest glasses as well, bright red they were." I noticed her chuckle and the slight smirk growing on her face and i decided to get out of that shop as fast as i could. What wretched person smiles at that memory?

On my way home i pass by the school from earlier and take another look inside, no one is there, not a soul... except for a girl, this girl had long blonde hair, bright red glasses and her tie was on the wrong way. I then realized she was holding something, a small box it looked like a box of matches but surely a child as young as her couldn't have a box of matches, in a school no less.

I watch as the girl opens the box and indeed pulls out a match, she walks backwards towards the school and strikes a match, she then holds it towards the wooden door.

"Stop!" i scream out to her "You'll burn the place down, just drop the match!" i plead She giggles an evil giggle that haunts me to this day... "Don't touch that door!" but it was too late, the old wooden door was engulfed in flames and soon the entire school was, along with the girl.

"Hey what you doing man?" came a voice from behind me, it was my best friend Jordan, he must have seen that i was in shock because he came over to me. "How can you ask me whats wrong when there is a burning school right..." As i turn to show him the burning school... my heart sinks, i can see no school or any girl... all i can see is an open field with a sign...

"Site of Saint Augaustins Primary School, A tragedy we will never forget, rest in peace to all that perished" Following that was a list of the people that died in the fire, but after reading them my heart stopped as i realized... No-one called Nancy died in that fire

When i got home i researched the school and what happened on that day. After some digging i didn't uncover anything so i turned to the girl instead, I went to our towns library and looked in the citizen records, I flicked to the N's and looked for Nancy... only one ever lived in our city, she lived here for 11 years and died in a house fire that she caused... 3 years before the fire, at Saint Augustens Primary. Her giggle still haunts me to this day...