Some Beautiful Storys

A house is not a home

          This story  reflects the challenges of being a teenager ,and the problems of growing up how does the outhor overcome his problems?

    My first year of High School felt awkward .
after living junior high at the head of my class  with all the seniority the upper     grade levels  could afford  me,

It felt strange starting over as a freshman.
the school was twice as big as my old school,and to make  matters  worse,my closest  friends were  sent  to a different high school I feel very isolated.

      I missed my old teachers so much that I would go back and visit them .
they would encourage me to get involved in school activities so that I could meet new people.

they told me that in time I would adjust and probably and up loving  my new school more than I had my old one.

they made me promise that when that happened I Would Still come by and visit them from time to time .
I understood the psychology in what they were  saying, but I took some
comfort in it nonetheless.

          On Sunday afternoon, not long after I had started high school, I was sitting at home at our dining- room table doing homework.
it was cold and Windy fall day ,and we had a fire going in our fireplace.

As usual ,my red tabby cat was laying on top of all my papers, purring loudly and  occasionally swatting at my pen for entertainment's sake.

         She was never for from me .I had  she was a kitten ,and some how she knew that I was the one responsible for giving her 'the good life '

     my mother kept stocking The Fire to keep the house nice and warm.

suddenly ,I smile something strange, and then I noticed it....

Smoke pouring in through the seams of the ceilling.
the smoke began to fill her the room so quickly that we could barely  see grouping  our way to the front door, we all ran out into the front yard .
by the time we made our way outside, the whole roof was engulfed in flames and it was speading quickly.

I run to the neighbours to call the fire department, while I watched my mother Run back into the house .

my mother then ran out of the house carring a small metal box full of important documents.
she dropped the case on the lawn and, in crazed state, Ran back into the house.
     I knew  what  she  was  after my      father had died when I was young, and I was certain that she was not going to let he pictures and letter go up in flames.

they were  the only things that she had to remember him by.
still ice Screamed  at her,"Mom !no!"

I was about to run after her when I felt a large hand hold me back.
it was a fairman.
I had not even noticed that  the street had already filled with fire truck.
I was trying to free myself from his grasp,yelling, "you do not understand, my mother's in there!"
he held on to me while other firefighters  Ran into the house.

       He knew that I was not acting very logically and that if he were to let go,
        I' d t run. he was right .
"it's all right, they 'll get her, "he said.

         He wrapped  a blanket around  me and  sat me down  in our car.

  Soon  after  that, a fireman  emerged from  our  house  with  my mom  in two.

       He quickly  took her over  to the truck  and  put an oxygen  mask on her.

    I ran  over  and  hugged her all those  times I  ever argued with  her a hated her vanished  at the  thought  of  losing  her.