Well, it's been a while since I've written anything, hasn't it? Something truly incredible happened last week; my house 'attempted suicide' - it caught fire.
I was called out of my math class Thursday, which was at about 12:30 or so. When I got to the office, I was told that they needed to get my father because my house was on fire. I called him, told him the news, and asked for permission to go check it out, since I was far closer (being right across the street compared to the next city over). I got it and ran home. I found several fire trucks and a couple random people that apparently get called every time fires occur.
Long story short, my sister's room had caught fire due to a surge in the wiring, which demolished her room and left the rest of the house with major smoke/fire damage. We can't go home until that room is rebuilt and the smoke is cleared out. So I'm living at my friend's house in order to continue school.
I never knew how damn annoying it is when everything you own makes you cough and reeks to high heaven.