**yesterday wasn't a good day for me. My mom was cleaning the oven, my sister and I were supposed to turn the oven off after a while, we forgot, smoke was everywhere. It was horrible, yet inspiring. The house is okay (it still smells like smoke), but it inspired me to write this. I intended for this to be just this, but I might continue someday, as soon as I finish everything else. Let me know what you'd prefer**
Fires. Natalie was used to them. Her house has been on fire lots of times. There were a lot of flames, tons of smoke and, of course, fear. She may be used to them, but that didn't mean she wasn't afraid.
It was about 3 am. Natalie was walking home from Henry's house, when she saw smoke in the sky. "Smoke signal?" she wondered. She ran home and found it wasn't a smoke signal, but her house. "Shit, no! Not again!" Natalie was stupidly about to run inside, but common sense knocked into her almost immediately. Instead, she took out her cell phone and called the fire department, hoping her parents would be out soon.
After a few moments, they were still in the house. Fortunately, the fire department arrived and put out the fire. Some of the firefighters walked inside to look for Dan and Diana. Natalie was really beginning to worry. "Where could they be?" she muttered, forcing herself to not cry.
"Natalie," a voice said. Natalie looked at the firefighter who called her name.
"Yeah?"
"I'm very sorry to tell you this, but it seems as if your parents have perished."
"Wh-what? No!"
"Everything inside is destroyed. I am sorry, Natalie."
"Are you sure they're dead?"
"I've never been surer in my life."
"YOU MONSTER!" Natalie ran off, not sure of where she was gonna go or what she was gonna do.