So today, I actually went to school, had a really good day blah blah blah...
But then I come home today to hear that our house almost burned down because of a fucking cigarette, which makes me glad that I quit smoking.
Story is, my sister was sleeping and all she hears is "Bob!" over and over again. So she wakes up thinking that our grandparents are just fighting again, but then she hears the fire alarm and she thinks oh shit. So she runs down stairs, opens the door and was immediately blinded by and started choking on tons of smoke. She looks out the sliding door and our house is gulped in flames. My grandma left a lit cigarette outside, it set some papers on fire and it just went from there.
My grandpa put out the fire just in time, the firemen said if we did not have a porch or put the flames out in time, we would not have a house.
I mean, we would not have anything. It's so scary to think about that...
So, now there's over $1000 worth of damage...awesome.
This is not even the first time she has almost burned our house down, the first time was a stove fire.
I seriously don't feel safe here anymore.
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