Once upon a time there was a little girl. She went into her house and saw her father in the living room. She asked her father a question. "Dad, how come you have a name and I don't?"

"Mom and I were too busy to think of one for you and I am sorry about that." He said.

"Why can't you think of a name now?" She asked.

"I can't think of one now because I am getting ready for your birthday party tomorrow morning."

Just then Mom came running into the room. "Get out of the house! Fire!"

“Why?” They asked.

“I don't see or hear any fire,” said the girl with no name.

"Help, Sis!" A voice shouted.

Suddenly, the floor collapsed under the girl with no name! She screamed and fell. There was a big fire rising from the bottom of the house!

The girl with no name yelled. "I'll get you, little brother!"

"Okay, now I believe you,” said Dad.

“Come on," said Mom. "We've got to find the kids!” They ran out of the room and down the hall.

“Hurry, we better get out of here before it's too late!”

“We can't call the fire department! The fire burned the phone!"

Dad pulled Mom downstairs. “Well, don't just stand there. Let's get out of here! Felix, Felix!? Where are you!?"

“We would die if we all jumped down," said the girl with no name. Just then, they saw both of their kids at the other side of a hole.

“Children!" Mom yelled with relief. "Thank goodness you're here!”

“Mommy! Daddy!” Felix shouted.

"Oh no!" Dad exclaimed. "Honey, there's another hole!"

“So much for our daughter's birthday party,” said Mom.

“We need to get you across now,” said Dad.

“We could jump into your arms," said the boy. "Hurry, big sister's leg is really hurt!"

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“That's a great idea," said Dad. "Jump one by one! Okay… jump!”

Without hesitation, the girl with no name ran and jumped into Dad's arms.

“Okay… next!"

"I got you," Dad said encouragingly.

The girl with no name saw her little brother was badly shaking with fright. She decided to help dear brother by being the best big sister by cheering him on. "Fly high! Reach the highest of all the heavens! Your big sister has got you!"

"Am I going to die?" He asked.

"Relax," said Mom. “You are not going to die."

To the girl, Felix looked like his body had left his own soul behind him. There was too many smoke and burning in the house. She had to save him.

"Am I going to die?"

"No, you need to know your big sister's name, little brother! We're here. I won't let you die!”

It worked! The boy ran into Dad's arms! Then a metal beam fell on the boy's head! It broke open and started to bleed!

Felix shrieked. “AHHH!”

“Oh no!” The family yelled.

“Hurry!” Mom exclaimed. “We had to make it to the hospital!”

“Dad, will you carry brother so we can easily get out of the fire?” Asked the girl with no name.

Dad held Felix in his arms. “That's a great idea!”

Quickly they ran up the stairs and out of one of the burnt-up windows. The fire department was at their house.

“We called the fire department on the downstair's phone," said the girl with no name.

“You did?” Mom asked.

"The phone wasn't burned up very well downstairs."

“I know how this fire started and I'll tell you about it,” said Felix.

“Okay," said Dad. "You can tell us the story while we are at the hospital."

When they got all their things that survived the fire, they got into the car and started driving. In the waiting room at the hospital, Felix told his story. “I was playing with my toys and I heard a beeping sound. At first I thought it was my beeping toy so I just thought it was on, but it was off. Then I thought it was a bomb… and it was! The wall exploded and there was a black figure. He wore all black. He threw a stick of lit dynamite. Then I started looking for you, Sis.”

“I just knew it,” interrupted the girl with no name.

“Be quiet, sister, so I can get on with the story,” said Felix. “I thought of yelling for help. Before I yelled for help, the Black Figure said that we should meet again. Then, he leaped away.”

“That was a great story," she said.

"We should call the police to take care of the Black Figure," said Mom. "Maybe we should take care of him ourselves if we can do it."

They got in contact with the police. The police said, "This Black Figure has been wanted for a long time. Felix, what did he look like? Do you know anyone that has dynamite and lots of black clothes?”

“I do,” he teased. “It's a little girl and the Black Figure is bigger than that. He wore all black with brown eyes."

The girl with no name started thinking to herself. "Don't I know someone who has brown eyes and black clothes? I wonder what his voice sounded like."

"What did his voice sound like?” she asked.

“Threatening.”

"My teacher's voice sounds threatening," she thought. "Is my teacher a spy? Tomorrow morning, I think I'll do some research about him in the library."

When Friday morning came, she was eagerly there researching her teacher's name. She wrote notes in her schoolbook. It said that he has a family, lots of black clothes, and is very talented.

“What are you doing?” a familiar voice asked.

It was her teacher! She was very embarrassed to see him today. Then, she thought that maybe she could lead him into a trap.

“I think I've gotten very interested in you. I am seeing what you know about yourself. How about if we meet together at two p.m. at the park and I could introduce you to my family?”

He agreed.

As she ran, she thought something. "What happens if he's really a good person?"