My little rag doll

I remember the day my mom and dad died,I remember like it was yesterday. Mom and dad had took me and my aunt camping for my birthday and out of no where in the dark sky an orange flame lights the sky. “Stacy call mom with the sound of fear in her voice, take Quinn to the car and we will fallow”. But they never fallowed we drove away that night without mom and dad, we never had a funeral , we did not go to to the saying if the wills,but what really bothered me was that my auntie f*******n me to visit their grave. It has been four years since the fire and all I have to remind me of the am is my little rag doll. The only time I leave the house is for school but even at school I only have one friend. Katy, we were not very popular more like nerds and Katy had other friends too but I never bothered to get to know them and by 8th grade I was alone the only friend I had was the English teacher she taught me how to wright story’s and express my feelings though my writing.