The building is on fire, I’m not even kidding.

So that was an interesting night. Let’s start at the beginning. Saturday February 12th.. I don’t even remember what happened that day. But my mom went out somewhere. (And, I know that she went out with that biatch. Must be karma. Haha) But around 11:00 I heard my neighbors screaming and yelling. My upstairs neighbors were always fighting, arguing and kicking people out. Her boyfriend went to jail once and must have moved somewhere else. They are also THE MOST annoying neighbors EVER! They lived above us… and I’m not expecting them to be silent. So they were yelling and screaming Get out!! Get out!! Which, I figured they were kicking somebody out. But I kept hearing people knocking on my door which scared the crap out of me because I thought they were gonna come to my apartment and kill me or something. I didn’t answer. But somebody kept knocking. Finally, some guy actually told me what was happening instead of just freaking knocking. So thanks to that guy for actually telling me why I needed to get out of the house. But he knocked on the door and said, “You need to get out, the building is on fire. I’m not even kidding!” So I left the tv and stuff on because I wasn’t gonna take time to do anything. I just grabbed my keys unlocked the door lock so that the firemen wouldn’t have to kick it in and ran out. And let me tell ya, I was in shorts and a short sleeve shirt. Not the brightest idea to stand around all night in the freezing cold in that. But I was freaking out, so I didn’t really care. And as I was standing there with everybody else, I started thinking about all the things that I wanted to go back in for. I didn’t care about my laptop, my clothes, or even the wii. What I wanted to go back in for was my Stebert scrapbook. Out of everything that I have, that is the one thing that I wanted to save. I can never replace those pictures or even take new ones. Finally after what seemed liked half an hour, the firemen showed up. You know how people always say that when things like that are happening, it seems like they take forever? Ya.. Now I know how they feel. It was probably only 10 minutes but somebody had called 911 before I even got outside. The fire had been happening for about 10 minutes before I even got outside. So the fire trucks took a while to get there. They should have a slogan like the pizza places. We’ll be there in 15 minutes or you’re dead. Haha! Ok.. That’s not very funny but they should be more speedy! But I had tried to call my mom about 8 times and of course she didn’t answer. She never really answers her phone.. But finally I texted her saying “911”. Then Dave saw the text so they called and were like.. What’s going on? So I said, the apartment building is on fire!! So they were on their way. Then I called my dad and told him because I figured he should know and maybe come stand with me while I was freaking waiting to know something. So I called him and said Our apartment building is on fire!! And he’s like… Oh. He was already in Ferndale because he went to some party or something so finally he showed up. But I called my brother and he didn’t answer but then I texted him to tell him what was going on and he called about 10 seconds later. But of course, right when I answered, I started crying. I was fine and holding it together before that. I just was shaking and trying to figure out what was happening. But that always happens when I talk to my brother. Whenever something sad or something is wrong and it’s on my mind, I can always just try to stop thinking about it or something. But right when I answered I started crying. He asked if the firemen had gotten there already and they had. But he just wanted me to tell him what was going on and was telling me to calm down because everything was going to be alright. I needed someone to talk to because my dad isn’t good at things like that and my mom was on her way but she was freakin out too because she didn’t know if any of our stuff got burnt or what was going on. But my brother helped me through it and finally I was back to being ok. I think that by that time the fire was out and just smoke was coming out. And after what seemed like an hour, my mom and Dave showed up. My mom was trying to figure out everything and was talking to one of the cops who were there but weren’t really doing anything except making people move back. They told her that once the firemen said it was safe, we could go in for a few seconds and grab some clothes but we had to hurry. So they escorted us in and I grabbed some clothes because I was going to stay at my dad’s that night. Oh ya.. My dad had showed up too. But I grabbed some clothes and threw them in a bag. I forgot a coat and I forgot my pills. But I did grab my scrapbook! My Stebert scrapbook is a mini one so I grabbed that. And great minds think alike.. Plus, me and my mom are like twins and don’t even have to talk to know what the other is thinking.. But she grabbed the big Stebert scrapbook! She knows that stuff like that can never be replaced so of course she grabbed that! J But we all made it out alive. Nobody died in the fire. But the apartment that started the fire was totally burnt. Luckily, the fire wall saved our apartment! It did it’s job and didn’t let the fire go through to burn our stuff. The next day we went back to grab some more stuff because I guess it was officially safe. There was some smoke damage but it didn’t get in everything.
After all of that, we found out that we had to move all of our stuff out in 3 days. Let me just add that there was no power or heat. So we had to work during the day with the sunlight and we had to work with flashlights at night because we had to get everything out in 3 days. So that’s what we did. We put on 3 coats and got our flashlights so we could work day and night because that’s what we had to do. Also, the owner of the building is a real freaking jerk. He’s not paying for our storage unit that we had to put everything in. How are we supposed to freaking find a house in 3 days??? We had no choice but to put our stuff in storage. So after losing our apartment, we had to move all of our stuff out soon, and we had no money. We didn’t get our deposit back or half our rent back for a couple weeks. Yes.. Only half of our rent. The red cross did pay for 3 nights in a hotel but what were we supposed to do after that? I did end up living at my dad’s for a while which is not what I wanted to do. And my mom ended up staying with one of her friends from work who was nice enough to let here stay. THANK YOU PATTI!!! You are so kind and we are so happy to have you as a friend! J
Now my mom is living in a Fifth Wheel with her boyfriend. And after 2 months of living with my dad, I’m in my own place. I’m so happy to be out of there, but I’ll update you on that in another blog. So that’s the end of this chapter but only the beginning of a new chapter in life. (<