The Fire (Chapter 1)

This is what happened on the 29th and (most of) the 30th of June. I will upload another section tomorrow, and when the story is finished, merge it all together. I would say enjoy, but its perhaps not the best of stories.

The story begins in the early hours of the morning, on Saturday the 29th of June, 2013. I've just come back from a trip to Belgium, a school trip, and the coach has just arrived back at school. Since I have to walk home through a, let's say, sometimes unsavory town at 3 am (my mother doesn't have a car, and I can't drive...) I am accompanied by my dear mother. Walking past a stupid person who just so happened to be on the same trip, we head off home.

We talk about relativity un-interesting things, that I can't really remember, as we stroll through the neighborhood. I think I mentioned the rainbow lolly pop that I purchased there which was full of E numbers and kept me awake for part of the journey.

At home, I walked upstairs, past the kitchen (that was still functional then) and through the corridor, up another flight of stairs and finally arrived at my bedroom, where I slept happily and peacefully. I haven't had such a good nights sleep since.

As a woke up (Sunday the 30th), I did the obvious thing - went on my computer. When my mother woke up, I went downstairs and had breakfast (just to clarify, I live with only my mother, though my brother comes round occasionally). Returning to my computer, I continued playing Minecraft. I probably did some other stuff, but I can't remember if/what I did.

I know that I went over time on my computer. Leaving my computer on (I was looking at deviantART ) I went to have a shower, before my mother attempt to murder my internet connection. After a quick shower, I stepped out, leaving it on to make it seem as if I was still in it. Then... *pause*... it started.

'BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP' An alarm went off.
I thought Oh, it must be the burglar alarm. Probably a cat that set it off.
I then locked the bathroom door. I was half dressed and had a towel around me.

And then, this is when it really got started.

My mother called my name saying 'Open the door!!' with a slight strain in her voice. My hand responded quickly, unlocking the door in a second. Then, I saw a sight which will be burnt into my memory until the day I die. Deep grey, thick smoke was behind her.

'W-what the hell?' 'What the hell?!?!' Was all my brain was allowing me to say.
'I've set the kitchen on fire' WHAT THE FUDGE DUCK my brain thought. Well, not quite that, but it was full of disbelief. Well done mother, you nailed dinner.
'Come on, get out' (she said something like that, but I can't remember exactly what.)
I closed the door behind her, looking to the door and the rest of my clothes, back and forth and back and forth for about 10 seconds. Then, I suddenly ripped open the door.

The smoke was like hell. Seriously, I know why hell is considered to be full of fire now- the smoke. Flinching, I immediately slammed the door shut, after less than a second. My mind racing, I looked towards the drawer. Opening it, a grabbed a flannel and pressed it too my face, covering my mouth and nose. It did actually help about 67.432 percent.

Yay, I'm a genius.

Glancing into the room where my computer was sitting, I saw it full of the same evil smoke, my deviant inbox still on the screen. Worried about its survival, I continued down the first flight of stairs, after the split second of somewhat idiotic sentiment. The living room door was open too, also full of smoke. The room where my brother usually goes in (known as the Dex room, as he has DJ stuff in there) had it's door closed. Funnily, the least important rooms were the least affected. Thanks, fire.

As I headed down the second flight of stairs, I turned left, glancing at the closed kitchen door for less than 2 seconds. Continuing down the stairs, I made my way to the exit. Fresh air and a black sky- it was about half 9 at night (9:30, 21:30). My mind in shock (happens to the best of us, although it was more disbelief than shock) I just kept saying 'How did that even happen?' I was asking why the temporarily unattended pan had caught fire, as I couldn't see any logical explanation. I had an additional blanket over me, a throw from the sofa my mother had grabbed on her escape.

She then explained to me what had happened during the few minutes I was in the shower. She had popped back into the living room to see a bit of Glastonbury for 2-5 minutes and the pan in the kitchen had caught fire. She threw the kitchen rug over it, but since it was flammable, it did... nothing useful. She then grabbed the fire extinguisher that was used to prop open the Dex room on occasion for years, and half put out the fire.

Closing the kitchen door, she went and grabbed the phone from the living room to call the fire brigade and went up to tell me that dinner was a little over cooked.  She walked to the edge of the car park after explaining this to flag down the fire truck, as our house (technically a flat) is hard to find. I walked out of our little garden and stood (bare footed) on some cardboard from a skip next door.

A few firemen went up to check the kitchen, then called out to the other firemen some strange phrase which probably meant 'the kitchen is still on fire, turn on the hose'. This was when we found out the fire was only half put out. This man came up and asked my mother some things, as she as a lung condition. They gave her some oxygen (who does that? Hey, happy birthday mum! Do you like your gift? 'Oh yes honey, oxygen! Just what I wanted!' ) and then went and did some stuff. Soon enough, the fire was successfully put out and they began venting. This will be in chapter 2.

Note: I was tired when I wrote this (2-3:30 am, on and off, listing to epic Doctor Who music remixes and stuff) so some of it may not make sense. If you find any typos or stuff, tell me