Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from The Simpsons.
"Lisa, Bart, here's five dollars each. Why don't you two go look around. But don't go too far away. I'll find you when it's time to go home."
"Sure Mom" Bart and I often reply to our parents in unison.
"Well, bye sis." And Bart trailed off. "Where're you going?" I had to ask.
"Arcade" He called back over his shoulder and then he disappeared into a crowd of people.
Oh well, it's just me. Great! I decided to check out the book store for the latest issue of Teen Scene. I heard there was going to be an interview with Corey. With pictures. I couldn't resist. While I was on my way there though, I spotted the Pet Store, and had to have a look.
Maybe there were ponies there this time. Very slim chance, I knew, but I had to check. Just incase.................
Nope, no ponies. The Pet Store owner asked if I was Homer Simpson's daughter. I said yes and then asked if he sold ponies, to which he replied yes, and tried to sell me a dog, claiming it was a pony. "You don't take after your ol' man, do you?" he asked after I refused the puppy.
I was just about to leave, when I caught sight of a baby turtle. He poked his head out at me, but he was really timid.
I watched him, and after a while, I found myself not caring about the Corey interview. I stayed for a long time with the turtle, but then Mom and Bart came and said we had to go home. I asked if I could stay alone, and Mom could pick me up later, but she refused, saying she didn't want to drive here and back twice in one day. Then I asked if Dad would come get me, but she said he wouldn't because the game was on. He probably would've, after Mom nagging him for a while.
So I sulked on the way home. That is, until I saw all this smoke coming from our street. Was it a house fire? A bombfire? It could've been anything, until a smouldering roof came into view over the rooftops. Mom said something, but I couldn't hear her. I couldn't hear anyone. I was just filled with fear. No one would know for certain until we reached that bend, but something told me that it was our house. And there was so much smoke, that there wouldn't be much left.
The corner seemed to take forever to reach, and I looked on in horror as I saw that my house, my home was totally taken over by flames. My stomach turned, and the car came to a screeching halt. Mom opened her door, and ran down the road, to get to the house. Stupid of me, I know, but it was only then that I realised Dad must still be in the house.
I wanted to run too, I really did. But I couldn't. It was like I was stuck to the seat. Besides, I couldn't leave Maggie, who, as well, was watching. Bart was on the verge of leaving, his leg hanging out the open window, ready to jump to the ground, but I pulled him back.
"We can't go!" I cried.
"But Dad's probably in there, Lis. We don't even have a proper fire service. The closest one is on the far edge of Shelbyville, and if he's in there, they'll be too late."
"Bart, I know, but we can't leave. We have to look after Maggie. I'm sure she must be really scared."
I took a pause before saying "Besides, I'm scared too, and you can't leave me either."
"Alright, I suppose I should stay."
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