A Survivor It all started when I heard a scream. My heart pounded against my chest and I was immediately woken up from my slumber. I ran to the sound of my Mother yelling in fear. She grabbed me before I could even comprehend what was going on. Leading me towards the front door of our house, I heard an explosion go off. "There's a fire," my Mother said startled. We rushed out of the building in a panicked state. There was a fire in the home I grew up in. I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. Calm down, I thought to myself. I can't possibly imagine how my Mother must feel. After all, she was the one to find the fire to begin with. We waited impatiently for the fire truck to arrive. As I stared at the childhood home I have grown to love, I wondered the worst of things. What would have happened if my Mother hadn't woken up and found the fire? A news headline popped to my mind. "Girl, 17 and Mother die from a fire." I was never the lucky...