As I'm falling in the pitfire, my mind's maden up: I'm never coming back here
well... I don't even know how to begin to explain this... Around 8 oclock last night, my mom and Jess noticed that some of the appliances weren't working. So they went to the basement to change the circuit breakers. After that, I went outside with Jess for a while, and when we came back in, smoke was coming out of the lightswicth in the kitchen... So my mom told us to take the dogs outside, and I put Stinky (one of my cats) into my room. My mom called the fire department just to make sure everything was okay. They also turned off all the electric. One man in a truck came and he went in to see about the circuits. He called just for a toolbox to change them, and no sooner did he leave, flames shot up on the outside of our house.... It seems all of a sudden there were about 8 fire engines, 2 camera crews, and a police car infront of our house. By that time the neighbors came out to see what was wrong. Some of them know me and those are the ones I'm glad they showed up. Everyone else was there for cheap thrills, I guess. My mom told me to use the neighbors' phone to call my dad. Then a little later through all this I found my mom and I asked her if I could call my friends. She said it was okay so first I called Als.... by this time there was tons of smoke coming from our attic, and they broke open one of our windows, and brought a hose into our house. I was breaking down at this point, and I'm sure Als could tell. I told her that I tried Casey, but the line was busy and she told me it's because she was online and i asked her if she could get her off so I could call her. I called Casey and told her, too. They took our one cat outsite... she was all wet and shaking... I put her in our other garage. They had to saw a hole in our roof to find where the fire was coming from...Nobody was hurt, and in the end we found the other cat. There must have been 40 firefighters there. I felt like running, running, running away and never coming back...all i could do was cry, even though my mom said everything was going to be okay. I couldn't stop. At around 11 or so all the people left (damn good riddance) And we were able to see what the house looked like on the inside. TERRIBLE... all the funniture and everything was piled up in the back of the room, i don't know if even all of it is still there. It look like some cluttered garage or attic no one has been in for years. I kept telling myself "this isn't our house, it can't be" I had to move some things out of the way to check my room.. everything was fine in there, just the way it was before. I needed a flash light to find some clothes for today, and I took my bookbag and my cd player to my dad's house. My mom was outside talking to the innsurance people. At my dad's house I went to bed, but I couldn't sleep at all...Then he took me to school in the morning that's where I am updating this in the library. (this wil be put in my other journal, too.) but i don't know the next time I check it....

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