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9/11: A Short Story

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It was a cold January morning. The smell of fire was strong throughout the air and smoke filled the room. There was a strong, loud beeping sound throughout the house. It wasn’t just coming from one place, it was coming from multiple. My family hurries to find our animals as we call 911. I can’t be dreaming, is this real life? The smoke is filling up more rooms. It’s very hard to see. We have two animals, but where’s the third? She’s nowhere to be found and it’s not safe to stay inside. My dad has breathed in so much smoke. “I just want to lay down Bailey,” he states. He can’t lay down, we are almost to the door. Sirens are blaring from the fire trucks outside. Volunteer firefighters are running in without gear on to try and fight this fire themselves. In a small town, everyone knows everyone and they want to do whatever they can to help out. Fire trucks kept coming and neighbors gathered around to lend a hand. Many people brought blankets, offered hot chocolate, and a place to keep warm. They were all so kind, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from the house. Mom talks to us on the phone while she’s on her way home from work in Des Moines. My sister and I hug each other in disbelief and cry. We watch the firefighters throw everything out of my bedroom window, which is in the basement. …show more content…

All I could think was, is this my fault? It has to be my fault since it is coming from my room. Everyone assures me it’s not my fault though, and that things just happen. Mom finally arrives at home to see multiple fire trucks and firefighters everywhere. They finally have the fire out, but where’s our other cat? She can’t be left alone in there. My brother-in-law who is a firefighter goes inside one more time and can’t find the cat anywhere. He tells me, “she’s probably just in a safe hiding spot, you know how she always likes to hide from things.” I couldn’t help but cry, this doesn’t seem

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