What It’s Like Inside

July 31, 2009

I was sitting, legs tense with excitement, on the edge of the coffee table in front of the television when my mom said, “It’s time to go. Now.” So far, the breaking news reporter, Sylvia Alvarez, had been telling me that our neighborhood was safe, that the fires hadn’t spread as far as the east side of the city, our side, the side where I had just eaten a fried peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch, but when I looked outside, I saw flames screaming out of the Neenans’ second-story window.


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