Prologue
I watched as my house went up in flames. The place I called home was being devoured by a fiery monster of red, orange, and yellow. I could not tell that my house was once standing there, all I could see was the flames and smoke. The house looked like it shrunk and pieces of it were crumbling to the ground. Smoke was devouring the beautiful summery blue sky, and the cotton ball like clouds that floated in it. This perfect day was being ruined, by someone or something setting fire to my home.
School that day was bad. Just like every day there, but this was worse. I had a gut feeling all day that something wasn't right. I went through every class feeling like I was going to be sick. Maybe it was because I was worried about mom, and that she was pregnant again. Maybe it was because every made fun of me every day and I had enough. I didn't know, but something was wrong. I some how made it through the day and started on my walk home. It seemed to take longer than usual, and I thought I was going at regular pace. As I approached my home, my life flashed before my eyes.
There were many colors flying from my house, along with black smoke eating up the sky. Many emergency vehicle lights were flashing, and curious neighbors were watching. The firemen were getting the hoses out and getting ready to spray the house, but when one man came running out they paused for a moment. I was about a block away and couldn't tell who or what they were carrying, but I thought for sure it had to be my mom. So, I ran closer to the house as fast as my legs could go and saw that it was indeed my mom that the fireman had. They loaded her up into the ambulance, putting her on a stretcher and hooking her up to an oxygen tank. I watched as they closed the doors to the vehicle and sped away. I stood there paralyzed from shock until a rescue worker approached me.
"Ma'am are you ok?" He asked as her looked into my eyes.
"No. That was my mom they just took away." I replied. Tears were starting to trickle down my cheeks until they came flowing at a regular pace.
"I'm sorry. Would you like a ride to the hospital so you can see her?" He seemed like he truly cared about me and wanted to help.
"Yeah, that would be very nice. I don't want her to be there alone." I said tying not to sound hopeless with my crying.
So he let me in the assistant chief vehicle's passenger side, and we sped off toward the hospital.