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The heat spreads throughout the large crowd,

People taking jumpers, scarves off,

They all awe in surprise.

The hot, fiery sensation felt stronger and stronger,

The audience, some laughing, crying, all filled with different

emotions for the one and only,

me.

 

My toes feel no agonising pain no more,

The pain spreading upward to the sky.

Some of the crowd turning back,

Not wanting to see anything,

As the awful tragedy starts to play.

Joan of Arc


By Sarah Z.

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