House Burning Down

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 did was reading the news paper
and coming across an article about a house burning down not to
far from mine. I really didn't know what exactly to think at that
time until it all clicked upstairs. The noise the night before
had been the house burning down and the natural gas line
exploding. Later in the article it said that our block of houses
wouldn't have any natural gas heating until the line was
repaired. The first thing I did was run to the kitchen, finding
my Mother and Father there fixing breakfast. I started talking so
fast I really don't even know what came out. My Mom told me to
calm down and sit at the table. 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. Taking full advantage of her
attention I told her as slowly and detailed as possible at the
time being. As soon as I had finished my frantic attempt to sler
all that out, she didn't laugh at me but just got that look in
her eyes where you know that she didn't believe a word of it. 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"
Stunned at my at my quick answer she told me to bring her the
article. So I ran back up the stairs and snatched the paper from
my red race car shaped bed. When I got down stairs I laid the
article out flat in front of my mom's face. A subtle but shocked
look arose on my mother's face, as she sank deeper into her
chair. Shutting off the radio, I sat down next to my dad asking
him what we were going to do for heat, he just answered "I don't
know I just don't know." shaking his head in resistance. Later
that day I was over at a friend's house who had heat. We were
playing a video game and eating chips in his living room. The
walls had many game heads on them, one of the nicer ones was a
whole stuffed mountain lion that his dad once had a special tag
to hunt. The whole time I was there I was brainstorming on how to
get heat in our house. Soon I was in the back seat of our
extended cab black GMC pickup. My little brother was on my mom's
lap and my dad was just starting to drive onto the onramp. Which
is not an easy task on a daily basis, when you live in New York.
As soon as we started getting close to the freeway there was a
huge traffic jam. I think we must have been there for about and
hour and a half. I don't really remember because I was trying to
go to sleep. When I woke up we were on the freeway driving about
40 m.p.h. because there were so many cars. But soon we were back
in my neighborhood. We stopped at the local McDonald's to get
some lunch. Luckily my dad had gotten his pay check cashed and