If the entire area around my house was on fire, and suddenly at 3:17 in the morning a firefighter came knocking on my door to tell me that I had 10 minutes to grab those things which were most important to me, I would panic.
The first things I would take care of are my brother and sister. I would make sure they have all that they need before taking care of myself. After making sure that they are safe and sound, I would sprint into my office room and take the wallet out of my dad’s drawer. I would then run into the kitchen and grab the list of emergency numbers posted on the bulletin board. After that I would go upstairs and take as much of my mom’s jewelry. I would grab it and dash to my room. I would go into my closet and grab the biggest bag I saw and dump the jewelry into it. I would then take a pair of sneakers, a set of clothes, and other basic necessities. After that I would put my cell phone in my bag and get my toiletries while gathering my yearbooks and pictures from the past. I would then take my iPod, camera, and squishy pillow. I would stuff my bag with my blanket and hair ties. I would find my hairbrush and first aid kit. I would run as fast as I can downstairs to the basement and grab as much of food and water as I could, and put it into a suitcase I managed to find in the storage room. I would make sure there was enough food to keep us from starving for a while. I would somehow manage to get my Mac computer and run. The very last thing I would take is my book bag and finally make my way to the door while desperately trying to recall the memories of the past in my house.
The first things I would take care of are my brother and sister. I would make sure they have all that they need before taking care of myself. After making sure that they are safe and sound, I would sprint into my office room and take the wallet out of my dad’s drawer. I would then run into the kitchen and grab the list of emergency numbers posted on the bulletin board. After that I would go upstairs and take as much of my mom’s jewelry. I would grab it and dash to my room. I would go into my closet and grab the biggest bag I saw and dump the jewelry into it. I would then take a pair of sneakers, a set of clothes, and other basic necessities. After that I would put my cell phone in my bag and get my toiletries while gathering my yearbooks and pictures from the past. I would then take my iPod, camera, and squishy pillow. I would stuff my bag with my blanket and hair ties. I would find my hairbrush and first aid kit. I would run as fast as I can downstairs to the basement and grab as much of food and water as I could, and put it into a suitcase I managed to find in the storage room. I would make sure there was enough food to keep us from starving for a while. I would somehow manage to get my Mac computer and run. The very last thing I would take is my book bag and finally make my way to the door while desperately trying to recall the memories of the past in my house.
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