Ashes & 7-Nerds (The LA Palisades Fire UCLA Drama)

Ashes & 7-Nerds (The LA Palisades Fire UCLA Drama)

The Night UCLA Nearly Burned, But Friendship Burned Brighter

▶ They said:

"UCLA never sleeps."

But that night—

Even the stars held their breath.

Seven kids.

One fire.

No homework.

Just chaos… and chicken tenders.

It started with a tweet: “Palisades lit!”

But not in the way influencers spit.

Flames rolled down like frat boy rage,

Hollywood letters turned a burning stage.

Parents panicked in SUVs,

Charging Teslas, hugging trees.

The Wi-Fi screamed, the skies turned red,

A fire drill... but unfiltered dread.

Ash fell like midterms from the sky,

Screaming, “Save the dorms or say goodbye!”

Ashes & A-Students, smoke in our lungs,

We crammed escape routes with Top Ramen tongues!

Seven nerds, one tiny space,

One dog, three games, and zero grace!

Ashes & A-Students, chaos and fries,

Chugging soda while the city cries!

From chem to calamity in a flash—

We made trauma a TikTok smash!

We made trauma a TikTok smash!

Oh! The city turned Hunger Games of love,

Each parent arrived like a panicked dove.

“Take three!” “Take five!” “Who’s allergic to wheat?”

One mom said, “No snacks? Retreat!”

A Hollywood dad saved two with flair,

Another brought charcuterie and filtered air.

One aunt took all seven in a Prius XL,

We fit like Tetris, plus that taco smell.

No lectures. No grades. No fake GPA.

Just seven sleepover souls that day.

Ashes & A-Students, sleep on the floor,

Bonding over trauma and Netflix lore.

We didn’t panic — we pitched a show,

“Disaster Dorms: Rated R for glow.”

Ashes & A-Students, fear meets fries,

We laughed so hard, it sanitized!

One kid freestyled fire alarm bars,

Another ranked smoke in Yelp star wars.

L.A. burned and so did our dread,

But memories sparked where textbooks fled.

No syllabus planned for nights like these,

But friendship’s forged in smoky breeze.

We watched the flames like stars on fire,

And promised: “We’ll build, not just admire.”

So if you ask what made us close,

It wasn’t grades, or résumé boasts.

It was one shared panic, one mad dash,

Seven souls in a fire-stained crash.

Ashes & A-Students, burnt but bold,

We made a sleepover out of gold!

From ashes we rose, with fries and flair,

And swore: next fire — bring extra underwear, underwear.