This event shaped me by letting me realize that not everything is as nice as it seems but it also taught me to have a positive attitude to help me past tough situations. It is different from other people stories because some other people that are not hurt by disasters.
My sister, Alex, ran into my room. It was the middle of the night and I was still groggy. Alex yelled, “Fire!”
“What?” I mumbled still half asleep.
“There is a fire!” she yelled.
“Where” I jumped in to a siting position.
“It’s close to our house we have to leave”.
I stood up and swayed I hadn’t had much sleep. Alex bolted out of the room. I went and got a bag out of the cupboard and started packing some stuff I packed some clothes, a couple of books and a torch. I grabbed my bag and walked downstairs. My mother had grabbed our dog, Winks, and had a bag in her other hand. Alex came charging down the stairs with a bag in her hand.
“We’re leaving now” my Mother said, “Your father is staying behind to try and protect the house.”
We step out side and the sky is dark there are no stars almost as if there was a giant black blanket over the world. We went to my mother’s car it was a silver, Aurion that was almost never clean. We hoped in the car and Alex sat in the back trying to hold onto our over excited dog who acted like she was on caffeine permanently.
“Where are we going”, I asked my mother.
“We’re going to my work then we’ll head to your grandmothers”.
We spent two days with our grand parents before ringing our father and confirming that it was safe to come home. We were very happy to be home and that our house had not been burnt down.