An Interactive Twilight Experience.
October 22, 2007. The night my 2nd home burnt down.
I was suddenly awakened to my mother's screaming, and my heart nearly pounding out of my chest. I heard my frantic breathing as the fire alarm began to screech through the halls, making my ears ring. I knew what was going on, but I had to deny it, for my sanity was at stake. I stood up in my pajama's, and grabbed whatever I could from my closet. The smoke began to thicken, and it clouded my lungs. I screamed as I felt the heat trace up against my skin, and I began yelling as I packed the essentials and some valuables quickly. I grabbed my hermit crabs, the box of valuables, and ran out, before hearing my dogs, Bella (not named after Twilight) and Matise both bark at me. It was as if they were saying, "Hello! Sitting right here! Alone! TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!"
I rushed over to them, picked them both up by the scruff of their necks and bolted out of the house, my face beaded with sweat, and the adrenaline pumping through my veins. As I bolted toward the car, I tripped and fell, injuring my knee, and hitting my chin on the ground, biting my tongue. My dogs both went flying into the air, and instinctively, ran into the car. I looked up to see a great 100 foot wall of red, and orange flames blistering in the 60 mile per hour wind. It was right on top of us. Literally. I struggled to get myself up, despite the pain, and did, rushing toward the car, getting in, my heart pounding as my mother backed out the car and we speeded away, looking back, seeing the last glimpse of our house that we'd ever see again.
4 years earlier, my father's house burned down as well. We had 20 minutes to get out, and no one was hurt. Not even me.