Disaster - Chapter One
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"I remember closing my eyes that night in feeling safe in my own bed. But, I woke up to everything being burned before my eyes." I said taking a breath and holding back the tears.
"I had only one window and door in my room. The door was already burned and the flames were heading towards me. I had jumped out of my bed and went to grab my bag which had been packed for vacation that was supposed to start the next day." I looked at all the faces that were listening to my story. Some were fascinated, and other could really care less.
"I had grabbed the bag and looked down from my window. I took a deep breath and jumped two storey's from my room onto the ground. Firefighters and police sirens grew closer as I hit the ground and looked at my bleeding leg. I had landed on broken glass from another window. I dragged myself closer to the street. I saw a policeman run up to me, and carry me over his shoulder to the ambulance that had just pulled up. He put me in the back and told me to get some rest. So I did."
"Is that all." Ms. Lisa had asked me.
"I also remember, a few days later, I was told that both my parents and my baby sister had died. My mother was in my living room holding my brother when the fire started, she had broken the window and bleed to death as my brother had died from inhaling too many fumes. My father had been in our basement and had no way of escaping."
"Okay, well go find an available bed here. There's others that have stories similar to yours. Hopefully, you will find another home."
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I walked into a room with two girls who were jumping on a guy's bed as he was trying to go to sleep. I knocked on the door and they both jumped off the bed as they looked at me.
"Thank God!" He said getting up pulling his earphones out of his ears. He put it on the floor and then looked at me confused.
"Are you our new mommy? Or sister?" One of the little girls asked me. I bent down so I was at her height.
"No, I'm a girl just like you." I said touching her nose and she smiled and ran towards the boy.
"Peter! Don't you think she's pretty and beautiful?" I smiled at what she had said about me. "Don't you Peter?"
He smiled and shook his head. He offered his hand to me. "I'm Peter." I looked at him and shook his hand.
Before I could say a word. One of the girls jumped in. "I'm Molly! And that's my sister! Her name is Bethany!" She said smiling at me. I smiled back and looked around the room.
"There's two beds you can sleep in." Bethany said. "Or three if you want to sleep with Peter." She giggled.
He rolled his eyes. "They're like this when teenage girls come in here."
I smiled. "I can tell." I walked across the room to find a bed, and put my things there.
"Here's my bed!" Molly said hopping onto her bed and then pointing to another "And that's Bethany's bed.
"I smiled and started unpacking my small bag. "Why don't you have a lot of things?" Bethany asked me.
"Bethany," Peter said. "Don't."
"But, I just want to know."
I froze where I was opening the bag and thought to myself why didn't I pack more things. Everything else I had was burned as far as I was told.
"I'm sorry. Bethany tends to be curious." He said sitting on Molly's bed looking at me. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah. I'm fine." I said pulling things out and then remembering something. I immediately ran out of the room until I got to Ms. Lisa.
"Yes?" She said looking up at me from her chair.
"Can I go back to my home? Quickly? To make sure I don't have anything else?"
"Go ahead. Be back here in fifteen minutes."
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As I pulled up to my house in the community bus I had taken, I saw just ashes and burned things. I went over it and dug trying to find pictures, photo albums, old toys, books, or anything. I found something that was half burned. It was a picture of my father and my mother getting married. I slipped it in my pocket and then I heard a car beep and stumbled seeing Peter. He came over to me looking confused and said "You have to come b-"
"Wait." I said. "Just, help me dig." Before he could ask why I responded "I'll explain later, just dig."
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We had found barely anything else. A few more pictures, a book my mother had loved, my mother's necklace, my brother's rattle, and a few more things. We had got in the car and half the ride was silence.
"So, was that your house or-"
"Yes, it was my house."
"Oh," he said taking a breath. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, me too." I said looking at my window. We passed by a house where a husband and wife stood next to each other and watched their children play together. I sighed as I thought about my father, mother, and brother.
"So that's why you're-"
"Yeah."
"How'd you make it out okay?"
"I didn't really." I said.
"You look fine."
"Fine." I repeated.
"I mean, you're pretty."
I thought I saw my brother at the park across the street. "Stop the car!" I yelled.
"We're already late e-" I shut the door and ran to the park seeing kids playing. My brother wasn't there. Neither was my mother or father. I had just imagined it. I had cried a little bit and felt Peter's hand touch my back. "C'mon, I'll take you home."
"Home" I repeated. My home has burned down. But my other home was with him. Where was my real home?
"I had only one window and door in my room. The door was already burned and the flames were heading towards me. I had jumped out of my bed and went to grab my bag which had been packed for vacation that was supposed to start the next day." I looked at all the faces that were listening to my story. Some were fascinated, and other could really care less.
"I had grabbed the bag and looked down from my window. I took a deep breath and jumped two storey's from my room onto the ground. Firefighters and police sirens grew closer as I hit the ground and looked at my bleeding leg. I had landed on broken glass from another window. I dragged myself closer to the street. I saw a policeman run up to me, and carry me over his shoulder to the ambulance that had just pulled up. He put me in the back and told me to get some rest. So I did."
"Is that all." Ms. Lisa had asked me.
"I also remember, a few days later, I was told that both my parents and my baby sister had died. My mother was in my living room holding my brother when the fire started, she had broken the window and bleed to death as my brother had died from inhaling too many fumes. My father had been in our basement and had no way of escaping."
"Okay, well go find an available bed here. There's others that have stories similar to yours. Hopefully, you will find another home."
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I walked into a room with two girls who were jumping on a guy's bed as he was trying to go to sleep. I knocked on the door and they both jumped off the bed as they looked at me.
"Thank God!" He said getting up pulling his earphones out of his ears. He put it on the floor and then looked at me confused.
"Are you our new mommy? Or sister?" One of the little girls asked me. I bent down so I was at her height.
"No, I'm a girl just like you." I said touching her nose and she smiled and ran towards the boy.
"Peter! Don't you think she's pretty and beautiful?" I smiled at what she had said about me. "Don't you Peter?"
He smiled and shook his head. He offered his hand to me. "I'm Peter." I looked at him and shook his hand.
Before I could say a word. One of the girls jumped in. "I'm Molly! And that's my sister! Her name is Bethany!" She said smiling at me. I smiled back and looked around the room.
"There's two beds you can sleep in." Bethany said. "Or three if you want to sleep with Peter." She giggled.
He rolled his eyes. "They're like this when teenage girls come in here."
I smiled. "I can tell." I walked across the room to find a bed, and put my things there.
"Here's my bed!" Molly said hopping onto her bed and then pointing to another "And that's Bethany's bed.
"I smiled and started unpacking my small bag. "Why don't you have a lot of things?" Bethany asked me.
"Bethany," Peter said. "Don't."
"But, I just want to know."
I froze where I was opening the bag and thought to myself why didn't I pack more things. Everything else I had was burned as far as I was told.
"I'm sorry. Bethany tends to be curious." He said sitting on Molly's bed looking at me. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah. I'm fine." I said pulling things out and then remembering something. I immediately ran out of the room until I got to Ms. Lisa.
"Yes?" She said looking up at me from her chair.
"Can I go back to my home? Quickly? To make sure I don't have anything else?"
"Go ahead. Be back here in fifteen minutes."
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As I pulled up to my house in the community bus I had taken, I saw just ashes and burned things. I went over it and dug trying to find pictures, photo albums, old toys, books, or anything. I found something that was half burned. It was a picture of my father and my mother getting married. I slipped it in my pocket and then I heard a car beep and stumbled seeing Peter. He came over to me looking confused and said "You have to come b-"
"Wait." I said. "Just, help me dig." Before he could ask why I responded "I'll explain later, just dig."
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We had found barely anything else. A few more pictures, a book my mother had loved, my mother's necklace, my brother's rattle, and a few more things. We had got in the car and half the ride was silence.
"So, was that your house or-"
"Yes, it was my house."
"Oh," he said taking a breath. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, me too." I said looking at my window. We passed by a house where a husband and wife stood next to each other and watched their children play together. I sighed as I thought about my father, mother, and brother.
"So that's why you're-"
"Yeah."
"How'd you make it out okay?"
"I didn't really." I said.
"You look fine."
"Fine." I repeated.
"I mean, you're pretty."
I thought I saw my brother at the park across the street. "Stop the car!" I yelled.
"We're already late e-" I shut the door and ran to the park seeing kids playing. My brother wasn't there. Neither was my mother or father. I had just imagined it. I had cried a little bit and felt Peter's hand touch my back. "C'mon, I'll take you home."
"Home" I repeated. My home has burned down. But my other home was with him. Where was my real home?
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