Fire Of Change

Four Days After Christmas.
That one horrid day,
Started out so nice,
Going to practice,
Having so much fun,
Practice ended early,
What a Joy!
A great day.
So I thought.

Me sitting in my room,
watching TV.
Happy as can be.
But then,
My Step-dad,
Barges in my room,
Oh I thought he was mad at me,
But Why?
Just then he grabs my arm.
Tells me come on,
We have to get out.
I grab my cell phone.
Wondering what is going on.
As we pass the Christmas tree,
I see what is happening.
I see bright orange flames,
High as anything,
Reaching the ceiling.
I start crying.
I get out of the house,
run up the street,
to my friends house.
I call the police,
tell them what happened.
As I reach my friends house,
She opens the door,
I am in tears,
I tell what happened.

Her mom is there,
asks if the police have been called,
I say yes.
Then I walk outside,
Call my mom,
I look down street,
after being told not do.
I see flames,
reaching over the trees,
I break down in tears.
As i tell my mom what happened,
she rushes home.

After the police and fire trucks,
have left,
we walk down the street.
My mom has called my aunt.
So I can over there.

I then move to my cousins.
Staying there for the rest of the year.
I do not want to see my mom.
I am happy to have left them.
but then i am made to come home.

I sink into a depression.
After that fire of change.

--This really happened to me. Rate and comment please.--