second to last

The clouds looked as though they were about to rain, but Marie lingered on the beach. Just where the water meets the sand. This was the most peace she had experienced since her grandfather died a year ago. It was one of those dreams you never want to wake from. Now that he was gone nobody noticed Marie.
Shouts from the street traveled into Marie's room and woke her from her bliss. When Marie opened her eyes her room was filled with the sent of smoke. Something was burning.
It was either the fact that Marie had just woken from a pleasant dream or it was something else, but she was quite upset to smell the sent of something burning. It bored her, probably because she smoked so many cigarettes. But this was a different kind of smoke. There was no nicotine in this. Sitting on the window sill she took off her socks and glanced down to the road. Down a ways there was a group of people standing around a large cloud of smoke. Enthralled Marie threw on her purple jacket and ran towards the fire.
Once there, it was clear that the fire was that of books. A large group of people were burning books. For some reason, unbeknownst to Marie she immediately ran to the group of people and joined them in burning the books. It didn't matter what the books were about or even why they were being burned, Marie just needed to be a part of the burning.