A cold winter

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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 Continue...


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I really didn't know what exactly to think at that time until it all clicked upstairs. Later that day I was over at a friend's house who had heat. My little brother was on my mom's lap and my dad was just starting to drive onto the onramp. A subtle but shocked look arose on my mother's face, as she sank deeper into her chair. Luckily my dad had gotten his pay check cashed and in the bank the night before. So as we walk into the McDonald's we find surprisingly small lines. Well I guess I can't complain, I never had to chop wood, unlike some of my other friends. So I took this idea to my mom, I approached her with a look of genius on my face. So I walked up to my mom as smoothly as a pair of old worn out Airwalks are capable of, and had already gained her attention by the cheesy but smart look on my face. We were playing a video game and eating chips in his living room. Then it came to me, I could warm up the house by leaving our electric oven open on about 350o. 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". 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.

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