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A cold winter

It was in the middle of winter on a dark smoggy night,
chills were running through the house in and out of my room like

a quiet ghost silently coming and silently going. As I lie awake

in my bed thinking of what the next day should bring, my eye's

start to grow heavy as I doze off. In the distance I hear a faint

booming sound, soon it starts getting louder and louder and still

louder until I could hear nothing but the noise. I was unpleasantly startled and hurried over to my window. As I look out I could see nothing but smoke and fire, catching this by surprised I ran to my little brother's room, finding no one.

Then in the distance I could hear faint voices of terror calling my name. It sounded as if it was coming from out side, so I ran as fast as my Nike slippers could carry me down the stairs and outside into my front yard. I find the rest of my family there, along with my neighbors and their son, my best friend.

I just stood there in horror with the rest of my family and friends. We had no idea what had happened. The next morning I really don't remember very clearly, but what I do remember was reading the news paper and coming across an article about a house burning down not to

. . .
We stopped at the local McDonald's to get some lunch. The fist thing she said in response was "Where did you hear about this?" I answered her as fast as possible "In the news paper".

The noise the night before had been the house burning down and the natural gas line exploding. This contains two cheeseburgers, large fries, and a large drink. The whole time I was there I was brainstorming on how to

get heat in our house. As soon as we started getting close to the freeway there was a huge traffic jam. Doing so she gave me a glass of milk, and seeing that I was distressed sat down next to me and asked me what was on my mind. I started talking so fast I really don't even know what came out. Telling her about my idea actually went a lot smoother than I would have guessed it to have.