Zoey:
You know the worst thing that can happen during dinner?
Forgetting the fact that you left the stove on, and your father lays papers down on top of the burner when he comes home from work.
So, after dinner, we all went into the living room (my dad, my mom, my brother, and I.) to have a little "relaxation time together," as mom puts it.
Mom lit a candle, and we all watched a movie.
"How's school going?" Dad asks casually.
"Fine," we mumble, as I sneak my phone out and hide it behind the pillow on my lap.
"You know, I've got a headache, I think I better go get some rest." I say, getting up.
"Oh, honey, go get tylenol."
I just can't go straight up the stairs, so I had to go to the kitchen.
And what do I see?
A fire.
A gigantic fire.
Grabbing a towel, I hit it against the fire.
Yeah, well that clearly didn't work.
As I dropped the towel, the floors, just had to be hard wood.
"AH MOM!" I yell, running back into the living room.
Grabbing my dad's hand, I drag him into the kitchen.
"Zoey! What the hell did you do?!" He screeches, frantically looking for something.
"I didn't! I tried helping, but that clearly didn't work." I say, grabbing another bowl, and filling it with water.
The fire alarms going off, my brother and Mom running in to find out what's happened.
"Sam! Call the fire department! Now!" My mom yells, as the fire slowly goes into the dining room.
As I turn around to get more water, I stick my hand straight into flames.
On instinct, I cry out, retreating my hand back out of the fire.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow." I mumble, looking at the now, bleeding flesh of my arm.
"Oh dear Lord, Zoey, c'mon. Out." Mom says, taking my other hand and leading me out of the house.
As soon as I get out, I notice the fire had spread the whole way upstairs. Sam comes out, dragging a coughing Dad by the arm, with him.
I instantly start crying.
"No. No. Stop. I'm fine." Dad coughs, as he nears me and Mom.
"C'mon, where are they." Sam mumbles, bouncing on his left foot, a hereditary trait Dad had given both of us.
"Zoey, your arm." Mom says, her eyes, growing in size.
"I'm fine." I say.
"You are not! I didn't think it was that bad!" She says, lifting my arm.
"Mom."
Then there's sirens.
That apparently gives everyone in our neighborhood a wake up call. Two firetrucks and an ambulance later, Dad on one side, me on the other.
My arm's bandaged, and Dad an inhaler. Scooching closer to Dad, I finally look back at the house.
The house I grew up in.
Burnt.
Not completely, but bad.
The spare bedrooms were touched, but I don't think any of the other were, but that's still a lot of damage.
"It's alright." Dad says, rubbing my upper arm.
Why.
"Henry!" I hear someone call, reluctantly my dad looks up.
"Mark," he says.
"Sam told Riley about the fire, we just had to come and make sure everyone was okay." He says, looking at Dad and then me.
I smile weakly, he returns it.
"Riley, well actually the boys, and Joan and I, we were wondering if you'd like to stay at the house until yours gets rebuilt?"
"Oh we couldn't barge in like that, Mark, we-"
"We insist." Mark says, squeezing Dad's shoulder.
"I don't know-"
"Please, you helped us with the boys' lessons, please let us return the favor." Mark says.
Dad looks at me, I look down at my hands.
Please, please, say no.
"Uh, I guess if that's alright with Susan, then yeah, I guess so." Dad says after a while.
"Great." He smiles, giving Dad, and myself, a hug.
It's only when he pulls back, I silently whimper.
God, he just had to touch the burn.
"Alright, just keep a bandage on that, change it every morning for about the next week, and you'll be fine." An EMT says, coming over to me and talking.
She then goes to Dad, making sure he was fine, and then we left with the Mark guy.
Finding my brother, Mom, and three other boys and a woman, who I know as Joan, Sam's best friend's mom, talking to some of our neighbors.
"It wouldn't have burnt down if someone would've shut off the burners." Sam says.
Mom instantly jabs him in the rib with her elbow, as they see us coming.
"Huh, thanks Sam. Love you too." I mumble, turning around.
"Ugh, no Zo." He says.
I just hum, and keep walking until I find my best friend, Grace.
Who ironically, lives on the same street as me.
"Oh God! Zo!"
"Yeah, not I the mood to talk. Can I just, please, stay at your house tonight?" I say, ignoring the footsteps behind us.
"Yeah, yeah. No need to ask," she looks up quickly, but looks back at me.
"Let's just get going." She says, quickly dragging me to her house.
So yep, that's how I accidentally burnt down my house.
A/N:
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