Thenin the distance I could hear faint voices of terror calling myname. It sounded as if it was coming from out side, so I ran asfast as my Nike slippers could carry me down the stairs andoutside into my front yard. I find the rest of my family there,along with my neighbors and their son, my best friend. I juststood there in horror with the rest of my family and friends.
Wehad no idea what had happened. The next morning I really don’tremember very clearly, but what I did was reading the news paperand coming across an article about a house burning down not tofar from mine. I really didn’t know what exactly to think at thattime until it all clicked upstairs. The noise the night beforehad been the house burning down and the natural gas lineexploding. Later in the article it said that our block of houseswouldn’t have any natural gas heating until the line wasrepaired. The first thing I did was run to the kitchen, findingmy Mother and Father there fixing breakfast.
I started talking sofast I really don’t even know what came out. My Mom told me tocalm down and sit at the table. Doing so she gave me a glass ofmilk, and seeing that I was distressed sat down next to me andasked me what was on my mind. Taking full advantage of herattention I told her as slowly and detailed as possible at thetime being. As soon as I had finished my frantic attempt to slerall that out, she didn’t laugh at me but just got that look inher eyes where you know that she didn’t believe a word of it.
Thefist thing she said in response was “Where did you hear aboutthis?” I answered her as fast as possible “In the news paper”Stunned at my at my quick answer she told me to bring her thearticle. So I ran back up the stairs and snatched the paper frommy red race car shaped bed. When I got down stairs I laid thearticle out flat in front of my mom’s face. A subtle but shockedlook arose on my mother’s face, as she sank deeper into herchair. Shutting off the radio, I sat down next to my dad askinghim what we were going to do for heat, he just answered “I don’tknow I just don’t know. ” shaking his head in resistance.
Laterthat day I was over at a friend’s house who had heat. We wereplaying a video game and eating chips in his living room. Thewalls had many game heads on them, one of the nicer ones was awhole stuffed mountain lion that his dad once had a special tagto hunt. The whole time I was there I was brainstorming on how toget heat in our house. Soon I was in the back seat of ourextended cab black GMC pickup. My little brother was on my mom’slap and my dad was just starting to drive onto the onramp.
Whichis not an easy task on a daily basis, when you live in New York. As soon as we started getting close to the freeway there was ahuge traffic jam. I think we must have been there for about andhour and a half. I don’t really remember because I was trying togo to sleep. When I woke up we were on the freeway driving about40 m.
p. h. because there were so many cars. But soon we were backin my neighborhood.
We stopped at the local McDonald’s to getsome lunch. Luckily my dad had gotten his pay check