(One month later) I wake up around 10:00 AM, as I go to our glass door to look outside I notice my dad at the table eating some cereal.
“Mornin Spence!” he says enthusiastically
“Are you hungry? I can make you a bowl of cereal.”
“No thanks” I mutter, still bummed out about how long I’ve been on restriction.
He finishes up his bowl and lies back down on the sofa. Maybe
About 10 minutes later I’m hungry and bored, and the cereal’s too high for me to reach, waking up my dad only 10 minutes later is not a good idea so I look around the room for some sort of entertainment, but nothing interests me at the moment. I’m on the ground laying face up trying to imagine stick figures fighting and other whatnots. I go into our bedroom and play with some legos, I adjust my shirt because the tag keeps scratching my back,” I hate tags!” I think to myself when I see a lighter laying on the floor. I crawl over to it and see that it’s practically full of fuel. The only thing that pops up in my head is the huge tag on my bed. I make my way back to the bed and light the tag on fire.
Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.
It took a second to register in my head what I did, I ran out of the room and closed the door, and played with my legos in peace. It wasn’t until my dad woke up that everything started happening. My dad smelled something burning and ran to the room. He ran out and grabbed a bucket of water to extinguish it but it was too late. He yelled for me to come over to him but I was scared I was going to get in trouble so I stood there In shock not wanting to believe what was going on.
I finally ran to him and he tried to open the lock but he knew the lock was already engulfed in flames so he broke the glass door with his arm by ramming into it. He shattered the door, and his arm. He ran to the stars, but by that time the whole house was on fire. He jumped about 2 stories down with me in his arms and ran into safety, it started to rain and the fire truck and ambulance were already on their way. I was in shock, not only did I just burn down our house, but almost killed my dad, me, and whoever else lived near us.
My dad was rushed into the ambulance while I was showered in my neighbor’s house because at the time I was covered in blood. Not my blood but the blood of my own dad. In the midst of all this, I hadn’t got a scratch, or even a bruise really. My dad, on the other hand, had gotten deep cut wounds all over his arm due to the shattering of the glass, and well, jumping off of a two-story building didn’t help either. After I was showered and no cuts were found on my body they strapped me in next to my father in the ambulance and we were sent to the hospital.