There I was, Tilly Thompson, back when I was eight and my brother, Timmy Thompson, was six. We were eating dinner at 7 o'clock in the evening talking about how our day went, what happened in school, everything that could happen on a normal day. Then, mom stood up went to the kitchen and I followed her in, and to this day I regret it. Mom pulled a pie out of the oven . It looked delicious and so I asked, "Momma, did you bake the pie for me?" I asked, wearing an innocent look on my face. "Oh, err...honey, dear, momma baked the pie for all of us so, we get a slice each," Mom said and smiled back at me. "A slice? But, Momma, I want the whole thing! I want it now! Just for me!" I shrieked and complained until Mother said, "That's enough Tilly! No pie for you tonight," After looking at me with great disappointment on her face, she left me all alone in the kitchen. I got mad, real mad and then I decided that she will pay for this. I looked at the oven, a little voice in the back of my head kept telling me not to do this but, I couldn't control myself, I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I turned every knob on the oven and then, KA-BOOM! The oven exploded!
There was fire everywhere. Momma came running down the stairs she came and carried me but, her foot was on fire. I was crying, begging for forgiveness. Mommy's clothes caught on fire, too, and out of all the crying and the crackling sounds of flames, I hear four words that came out of her mouth, "Res...cue Timmy for..momma." Then a huge flame created a wall between us. I ran up the burning stairs, thinking of mom and dad. I heard Dad banging on the bathroom door trying to escape. I wish I could help but, I had to find Timmy. Finally I found Timmy's room. It was on fire, debris was everywhere. "Timmy come on. I'm here, it's okay," I say. His eyes were shut tight. There was no convincing him, I think as I carried him through the burning house, trying to avoid the fire. I could hear the howling of our 11 year-old dog, Ketchup, scratching on our door. I opened the door and Ketchup, Timmy and I ran out, I looked back at the burning house, closed my eyes and ran for it. We lost everything that night, just because I didn't get it my way, for a while I thought it was my fault, but then I moved on, it was simply an avoidable accident.
It's been 10 years since the incident and I've been living with our auntie and uncle ever since. We took Ketchup with us but he passed away 2 years later because of old age. 10 long years, I've moved on, dunno about Tim though. He's scared of fire now, but he has a stable social life, few friends, bit of a girlfriend, you know. I, on the other hand, have a lot of friends. Just graduated last year, college is a bit more serious than high school but, people still wanna be friends, so social life, check!
One breezy morning, during summer, my teacher, Mr Blivious, knocked on our door and demanded to see us. "Sir, school is that way," as I pointed to the right, "and isn't it Summer?" I asked. "Matilda and Timothy Thompson, your past life and marks during school made us all agree that we should do a few test to see if you could work together in harsh environment," he said "ha-ar-sh en-vir-ron-ment?" stuttered Timmy. "Follow me if you will," said Blivious. We followed him into his small black car to see what kind of experiments await us.
