The smoke was so thick I was choking. I just needed to find the door but I could hardly see a thing "Ben, calm yourself!" I yelled at myself, I felt the door but the handle was too hot to open I passed over to my open window and jumped from the second story landing hard on the grass, I turned and looked at the house almost completely engulfed in flames, I ran to the neighbour's house and got them to call the firemen. When the firemen arrived one of them approached me and started the treat the minor burns on my hands

"These should heal in a few days" said the large fireman with a moustache

"thanks" I muttered

"were you the only one home?"

"No my mother and sister are inside" I said starting to sob. He got up and ran towards the others probably to tell them about the people inside.

I sat in the therapists office just staring blankly at the posters on the wall.

"Ben we need to talk about where you're going to live now that your family has passed" the old therapist said

"I'm not moving in with my dad" I stated bluntly

"I can't see another options really, he's the only family you have here in Australia"

"I'll go stay with Aunt Tracey and Uncle Steve"

"All the way over in America?" she asked with a raised eyebrow

I gave her Tracey's phone number and went to wait in reception.

Because of the fire I lost all my belongings except my iphone which was in my pocket and the clothes I was wearing so I needed to go shopping, dad hadn't been a total piece of shit and had actually put $2000 in my bank account to get new clothes. I went to the mall and did some shopping for some clothes, a staple outfit would be converse, jeans, long sleeve shirt or shirt with a flannel over the top, I took a lot of inspiration from my idol Kurt Cobain. After a shopping I got a taxi to the airport to get on the plane Tracey had organised to get me to America.