I woke up to the sound of my family’s nervous and worried voices through the walls. It was just another Sunday night and I just thought they were getting ready for work. I laid there in my warm sheets in the dark waiting anxiously for someone to open my door and remind me to get ready for school. I could hear my dad and my grandma who also lives on my property talking about if we should pack up our stuff. I felt worried and anxious, my stomach becoming light as a feather and making me feel light. I forced myself out of bed and opened my door. “There is a fire and we might need to leave,” My sister said nervously. I wanted to see if I could see it so I opened my blinds and could see a bright orange haze in the skyline of our neighbors home. The fire was close and we are going to have to leave.

   When the door opened I felt the wind and heard the sound of leaves rustling in the trees. Branches bending in the distance in the front of the orange cloud that will soon be too close to escape it. My dad screamed “Kyle!,” from the other side of the house. I ran as fast as I could into the wind, stray acorns falling from our vast oak tree in our driveway. Dad, he was behind a branch that had fallen from the oak tree. The branch was large enough to be a tree itself and we needed to move it or we couldn't get our cars out from our garage. He yelled over the wind, “Go inside and tell everyone to pack up their stuff into the cars, I’ve got the branch dont worry about me just make sure you get grandma and everyone else safe!” I ran back inside with the wind blowing into my back forcing me to run faster. I slammed open the door and felt the warm air from inside cause my skin to go numb. I calmly told my sister and my mom to start packing up stuff so we can leave. My grandma was too feeble to walk across the property on her own, or she could have been blown over. I had to pack up her stuff instead of mine. I swiftly ran across our deck which connected our two houses with the wind screeching into my ears. I could finally start to smell the scent of burning wood like a campfire. I ran into my grandmas house and took her purse, her blanket and some memorable photos which could never be replaced. I once again had to run back to my house so I could pack up things for myself. I knew time was running out and I needed to act quickly. I grabbed 3 pairs of clothes and my wallet and stuffed them into my school backpack which was also holding all of my school notebooks. I didn't know if I was going to be going to school tomorrow or not but I just wanted to make sure. I left my room in a rush not knowing that it would be the last time I ever see it again.

   Running to the gate while facing the warm winds blowing and the smell of smoke settling in the air, I got into my car with my dad and my dog. My sister yelled my name because she wanted me to go with her so she isn't alone. It was too late though, from the corner of my eye it looked like what could have been a bomb being set off. A large flame or explosion of a sort covered the sky of my neighbors yard. The smell of gas filled the air and we knew that we had to leave or we might be able to leave. We quickly drove up the street and onto the highway while in my head saying goodbye to the place that I grew up in and knew best, the place that held my childhood memories. I had to move on, I knew that it was all gone.

   We escaped off in our caravan of cars down the highway. The smell of smoke filled the air and ash rained down on the car windshield like it was snowing. The whole car ride I didn’t know what to think. It was midnight and I didnt know if I was going to be going to school tomorrow. I felt anxious nervous and tired all at once. I felt empty. I didn't know what to do, I felt lost and vulnerable. Eventually we figured we would leave to my moms friends house in Petaluma. Petaluma at this time was not being affected by the fires but the wind was blowing just as hard there. It felt as if the wind was following us wherever we went. Staying there in the dark cold living room laying on the comfy brown couch, I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I didn’t know if I had a home or not. The only thing I knew was that we would have to leave the house eventually.

   After leaving my mom's friends house I sat in the car, windows rolled up, no radio on, the only thing you could hear was the wind blowing and tires rubbing on the asphalt. We got to sebastopol after a 30 minute car ride of pure silence, with thoughts rummaging in my head. I fell asleep in the warm car and woke up with my neck hurting head ablaze and not knowing where I was. I looked out the window to blinding lights on the side of my grandparents' home. This is where we would be staying. “You and your sister get the trailer,” my grandpa told us as we sat waiting impatiently, looking around in the car. I opened up the trunk to grab my backpack with the few things I grabbed before we left. I brought them up the metal creaky stairs which lead to the trailer, which would be our home for now. I opened the door and saw my bed, the old couch with stitching coming undone with and older looking design on it. I took an old sleeping bag from the closet above the bed my sister would be sleeping on and I quickly fell asleep.

   The next morning, I woke up late from falling asleep so early in the morning. I walked inside to see my family watching the tv. My mom was standing, watching the tv. She burst into tears quickly while trying to say, “That's our house.” I glanced at the tv, confused because all I saw was a reporter standing on someone's burnt down house. I asked,”Where is it?” I didn’t understand what had just happened but eventually realized that everything was gone.