1.1 ~ Calm before Fire

Alex's yellow taxi passed under the bridge and the dazziling lights of Bridport were visable to Alex for the first time. She looked around her. Cafes and Clubs. Even Celebrities were here. 'This is were I belong...' Alex said to herself.

   Ever since Alex was young, she wanted to be famous but never really discovered what for. It was only in High School that she realised what she wanted to be. An Interior Designer and she wanted to become famous in Bridgport, where Celebrities walked the streets everyday.
   Suddenly, a huge gleaming fire truck came zooming round the corner and overtook Alex's cab. She sniffed the air. There was a faint smokey smell, like if someone had burnt the burgers on a barbacue. But worse. As the faint memories of flames came drifting back to Alex a small tear came down her cheak.
   When Alex was 5 and her sister Tasha was 7,Charlotte, the eldest was 7. That night her dad was cooking and he started a fire. Alex and Tasha were in the kitchen and ran straight outside but Charlotte was unaware. In the end, by the time the firefighters had got upstairs, she was dead. The worst thing of all was that, that day was Alex's Birthday. 
   The taxi then stopped. Alex was brought back to reality. She turned to look at the small cottage she had rented but then it hit her. Hard. The cottage she had spent all her savings on was ablaze. That  was the fire. She sat there, watching her chances of a happy life, being blown away into the ashes.
   Alex got out, but stopped unable to face it. Where was she going to live? On an empty plot of land!? She looked around, breathing in the smokey smell. She coughed, spluttering breathing it in. She gasped for help. Shouting at the top of her lungs. People ran over but it was too late, she couldn't breathe...