I really should be getting some work done right now. It seems like that's all I ever do. It's different when you own your own business. You are working toward something that you take pride in, that's yours. And it's up to you whether it's a success or not. Well I'm tired of failing.
So Wayne had told us to go to sleep, and to take the towel off the lamp. We did the latter, and we didn't put it back on. We did not however go to sleep. We wanted to stay up as late as we could, like any kids. So we kept playing UNO, I was probably winning, cards are sort of my thing. It was late, I can't remember how late. Take another card, and another, and ano... Wait. A noise. The door is opening. "Pretend your asleep!"
It was Wayne again. "I know you're not asleep, come with me right now, there's a fire." We rushed down the stairs, running by firemen, hearing the sounds of sirens and seeing the flashing lights through the windows as we ran. Down two flights of stairs, through the kitchen, and out the door. We were safe. I turned to look at Sarah. Sarah? Where is Sarah? I looked around at all the people, the tenants, her parents, the police and firemen... She was no where to be found. "Sarah!" Now people were yelling for her. I became frantic. Then, to my relief, she came out onto the glass porch, and she was okay, clutching her beloved teddy bear. Sarah had ran back inside to save him. A very loyal friend indeed.
I remember there being a bunch of people, maybe 15. No one had anywhere to go. So they all came to my house. I can see them in my head, everyone in their slippers and p.j.'s. We had hot chocolate, and everyone waited anxiously to hear how bad it was, how it started, and most importantly, if everyone was alright. I don't know how long it was before we got the answers to those questions.
The fire was devastating. The house was unlivable. The section above the garage was gone. And the part that burned the worst? The attic where Sarah and I had been playing UNO just hours earlier. Sadly, the person that caused the fire, also died in the fire. His name was Jean something. He had fallen asleep with a cigarette in his hand, and it started his couch on fire. He woke to smoke and flames, most likely confused. I guess he ran into his bathroom and got trapped inside, the smoke slowly draining the life from him. He was the only casualty of the fire, may he rest in peace.
I always thought it odd that Sarah's dad had told us not to cover the lamp. We listened, and the house still burned. Eventually the repaired it back to living condition. In fact, my family lived in the very same house for awhile, after Sarah moved to Hampton Falls, where I currently live. This story has brought back another memory of mine. There was a girl that lived in the guest house next door. Her name was Leigh. I remember her because when we were in first grade, she wrote me a note that said, "I want to sex you." Just like that. I had no idea what that even meant at the time, just that it was bad. Because I got in a whole bunch of trouble when my parents found the note. I didn't even do anything!
I guess that's it for tonight ladies and gentlemen. I really do have a lot of work to do. I look forward to your comments, support, and encouragement, I love you all! Have a great rest of the weekend,
Seamus
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