LittleFieryOne

I opened the window. If I stayed here much longer I'd go down with the house. Outside I could already see the ground inching closer to the second floor. I pulled back, grabbed an arm bag, and threw in a pile of clothes and a few books. I zipped it up and got ready to jump out.

I continued to get ready.

I stood there getting ready for an hour.

I slowly sat down on the floor, to continue getting ready. I cradled the bag in my arms. I couldn't shake the feeling I didn't have enough. I wanted to take a few hats. Maybe more books. My game system. My TV. My bed. Everything in my room.

I was still getting ready when soil started to rise past the open window. It began pouring in.

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