Hi I’m Flow, Right now i’m 17 years old, and I’m on my own.

My dad used to say “Fire can’t be controlled, and things that can’t be controlled equals destruction.” He’s never been more right, but the real question is who let the uncontrollable loose.

Oh sorry let me start at the beginning. When I was little there was a storm in Massachusetts, as usual my dad came in and said what he usually did. After he left, I went to bed, I woke up in the middle of the night, the house was on fire, my dad was waking me up, he was coughing and I was scared. Tears were rolling down both of our faces as I could sence the fear and sadness from him. He took me out of the room, we were almost at the front door. He had fallen , he said “Go, I’ll be ok.”

“daddy.. Are you coming? A-are you ok?”  The fire was almost to me.

“NOW!” I ran out the door thinking he would be right behind me. The police and the firefighters were there.  Right as I said he was in there, The whole house was put up in flames… They said I could look in the house after it cooled off.