Fallbrook Fire

Fallbrook Fire On Monday morning, the week of the fire, I went to school for only 3 periods, before my mother picked me up. Once at home I packed any thing that I could fit in my suitcase and bags. We paked our r.v. with the valuables we could carry, along with our pets, and headed south to my sisters house. She lived near San Diego state university with her husband and three daughters. In the middle of our journey we were stopped by policemen who were telling people to turn around. But we did not turn around we went on. As we got closer to our destination and farther from our home I became much more anxious. We were driving away from our home and the people we loved, what if it was gone the next time I came back. I could feel the tears start to form in my eyes, but pushed all thoughts of home out of my mind. We were greeted with love and care when we reached my sister’s house. I remember getting so many calls that night; almost all my friends were camped out in front of Albertson. That night we got take out and watched the news. The next day we were greeted by the smell of smoke from outside. There was no news of the Fallbrook fire only a repeat of yesterday’s news. To amuse ourselves we played card games, I taught two of my nieces how to play B.S. The following day we celebrated my sister’s birthday by going out to eat and then shopping at the mall. Thursday was the day of rest for us; we still couldn’t go back home, so we waited patiently. At 8:00 pm we found that we could go home, so we packed our bags and headed home. I couldn’t wait to get there even though it took over two hours. I was over come with joy once we reached my house because it was still standing. I could finally say the word “home” [a 4 letter word that meant every thing to me] without crying. Many people have homes but when they leave, it means the world to them when they come back. -Montana, 12 years old, San Diego