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Five hours later, the fire was finally out. Our house was almost

completely burned down. But then it struck me ... I hadn‟t seen my cat.

Where was my cat? Much to my horror, I realised that she was nowhere

to be found. Then all at once it hit me— the new school, the fire, my

cat— I broke down in tears and cried and cried. I was suffering loss, big

time.

It took them five hours to control the fire. The house was totally burned

down. Then Zan realized that his pet cat was missing. He could not find

it. He got sad and depressing thoughts like difficulty adjusting to the new

school, the burning of the house and losing his pet cat; made him cry.

He thought that he was suffering many loses.

The firemen wouldn‟t let us go back into the house that night. It was still

too dangerous. Dead or alive, I couldn‟t imagine leaving without knowing

about my cat. Regardless, I had to go. We piled into the car with just the

clothes on our backs and a few of the firemen‟s blankets, and made our

way to my grandparents‟ house to spend the night.

They were not allowed to go into the building as it could be dangerous.

Zan wanted to know about his cat but he had to leave. They got into the

car with none of their belongings. All they had were the few blankets

given by the firemen. They spent the night at Zan’s grandparent’s house.

The next day, Monday, I went to school. When the fire broke out, I was

still wearing the dress I had worn to church that morning but I had no

shoes! I had kicked them off when I was doing my homework. They

became yet another casualty of the fire. So I had to borrow some tennis

shoes from my aunt. Why couldn‟t I just stay home from school? My

mother wouldn‟t hear of it, but I was totally embarrassed by everything.

The clothes I was wearing looked weird, I had no books or homework,