Shake N Bake: A Short Story

It was a cold December Wednesday night that I will never forget. I was in second grade, and a year that I did not spend much of at my real home. There was dark murky smoke all throughout the long unexpecting night. It seemed like a normal day, woke up, went to school, came home, eat dinner, have a bath, brushed my teeth and was ready for bed. We were all sitting in the living room watching the news. Well, all except my sister, who was laying in her bed trying to sleep. It was 9:33 P.M. We had had Shake’N Bake pork chops, homemade mashed potatoes, green beans, and rolls. It seemed like a good dinner, which it was, until what happened afterward. Since it was late December, it was very cold. We had decided to light the fire in the fireplace. The fireplace had not been cleaned out since two years before. The smoke should go up through the chimney, but it was starting to fill the house. Dad knew something was weird, something was odd. He went outside and walked around the house to see if something was going on. He came back and said he didn’t see anything. At least that is what he thought.
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My Mom ran inside and grabbed the dogs, but the cat was nowhere in sight. We all got outside and Mom said to sit in the truck with the dogs. She grabbed the telephone and called the nearest fire department. Dad had decided to open up the attic, which is where the fire was, and a great mass of smoke swallowed Dad. It was as dark as the night sky. Mom was shaking so horribly after the phone call, she dropped the phone in the bushes, and could not find it until the next morning. Then, we waited. About three minutes later, eight fire trucks came down the road. Some from one way and some from the other. Mom thought we would get to stay in the house that night, but we weren’t. We knew it would be a long time until we got back in the house, when they started tearing down the ceiling with an