The firemen wouldn't let us to 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 out backs and a few of the firemen's blankets, and made our way to my grandparents' house to spend the night. 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 just stay home from school? My mother wouldn't hear of it, but I was totally embarrassed by everything. The clothes I was wearing was gone. I had my life in that backpack! The more I tried to fit in, the worse it got. Was I destined to be an outcast and a geek all my life? That's what it felt like. I didn't want to grow up, change or have to handle life it was foing to be this way. I just wanted to curl up and die. I walked around school like a zombie. Everything felt surreal, and I wasn't sure what was going to happen, all the security I had known, from my old school, my friends, my house and my cat had all been ripped away. When I walked through what used to be my house after school that day, I as shocked to see how much damage there was whatever hadn't burned was destroyed by the water and chemicals destroyed were the photo albums, documents and some other personal items that my Mohter had managed to heroically rescue. But my cat was gone and my heart ached for her.