The Library Girl

Chapter 2

January 3, 2015

This cannot be real. It can't have happened. It must be some kind of dream or something. An awful nightmare from which I will soon awake, my heart pounding, my blanket all twisted and my body covered in a cold sweat.

I will be back in my safe, cosy, warm bed, with nothing at all to worry about.

I would take a deep breath, then another, then another... as many as it takes. With the breathing, the shock would disappear and my body would become calm as I realize that it had all been a dream, that I'm safe in my bed and there's nothing to worry about.

If it's morning, I would pull back the blankets and get out of bed. Once I had been to the toilet and got dressed, I would head for the kitchen where a lovely warm breakfast would be waiting for me. I would probably have a lovely day, as usual.

If it's still night time, I would roll over and go back to sleep. Hopefully, I wouldn't have any more nightmares.I'd better tell you what the fuss is all about. Although, when I wake up, this diary entry won't be there anymore, because this is just a dream after all.In this dream, I've cried all day. In fact, I'm still crying now. The tears are falling onto the page and making it all soggy. I apologize. But soon you'll know what happened, and then you'll understand.

My home has gone up in flames. Yes, really. Early this morning the house burned to the ground. My parents forgot to put the fire out before they went to bed, and this is what came of it. Luckily I was still awake, otherwise I would have burned with it. You can imagine how terrifying it was for me.

 I was just lying in bed, listening to my family's snores in the other room, when suddenly I smelled smoke. Then I was surrounded by flames. I jumped out of bed, grabbed my diary and a pencil and sprinted through the house as fast as I could go and out the smouldering door. I sat and watched as the flames devoured the house where I had lived all my life, until the fire finally went out and all that was left was a thick cloud of smoke rising from the pile of ashes that had once been my home. Now that I had gotten over the shock, I began to cry. Hours later, I was still crying, and there was already a puddle of tears at my feet.

I don't know how I'll ever stop crying. I don't know how I'll carry on with my life. My home is gone. At least I still have you, diary, but everything else is gone. All my books, all my clothes,all my music, all my pictures, everything I own... but worst of all, my family. My wonderful, loving Mum, my kindly, delightful Dad, my adorable little sister Lily... I can't believe I ever found her annoying. Now I'll never see her again! I'll never see any of them again!I'll have to live the rest of my life without my family! How will I cope?Well, I think I've written enough now. I've used up three whole pages of my diary. And I've sat here and cried all day. I'd better be on my way to find a new home.