Fire, it starts by a cause unknown. It's carried through for far longer than we ever wanted to. Several different parties believing they know what it takes to put it out but, while it seems to be working to them, to everyone else it's just getting worse. This carrying on for so long that we've passed through each individual solution. Instead coming together and developing a solution rather than fighting over who's right, the fire eases until there's nothing left but a smoke trail.
I put the book I had in my hands, on the desk. I had just finished a novel about a person that ventured into a cave and found talking bears that lead him to a treasure. Further and further into the cave they lead him until they can go no further. They then stop and begin to eat him. A dark story, but an easy escape from the horrors of reality.
There's a building in town that my family refuses to stop fighting about. I find it funny and a little ridiculous that they still bicker about it, for I don't really see the point in losing your sanity over it. It's just a building.
There's this building in the middle of town, just off the corner of main street, that had been there for decades. It's made of brick and whatever is on the inside. Wood, perhaps? The issue about the building is that it's falling apart, crumbling before every passer by. For months now, the building gets worse and worse.
My mom thinks it's unfair that the building has nobody to take care of it, while my dad thinks there's not enough funds in the town to hire someone to take care of a building no longer in use. My parents would often turn to me to see who I agree with, but in reality I see where they both are coming from and agree with them both.
I know, it's completely unfair to them that they will probably never find any sort of agreement on the building but just the other day the arguments worsened. My dad believed it in such bad shape because the structure of the building was faulty and not up to code. My mom's only rebuttal was, "There are so many houses in this town built wrong, you don't see them falling apart."
I wanted so badly to step in and separate them from their fighting. Weren't they sick of it by now? I only longed to see them happy again, without raised voices. After all, no matter who's right, it solves nothing, the building is still falling apart. Why not start a cause to get it fixed up rather than complain about it?
At school, I passed around a petition to get the building fixed up, asking for volunteers to help me with it. To my dismay, nobody seemed interested enough to want to help. Well, besides this girl that was really into me, but I knew she didn't have the means to help me with the project. I had no idea what I was going to do with it anyways.
After school was out that day, I snuck away from the buses and made my way across town to the crumbling building. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. When the coast was clear, I stepped under the yellow 'caution' tape and slipped inside.
Looking around, I saw debris was everywhere. Nothing inside was put together enough to make it upstairs, where most of the damage was. I figured I might as well get started. My first course of action, moving all the broken pieces of wood and brick.
As I moved around to make piles, I could see the dust falling off the ceiling above me. I jumped back when I saw a piece of the floor above me fall away. After the dust settled, I picked it up and moved it into the pile.
It took a decent amount of time, the sun went down while I was in there, but eventually I got everything cleaned and off the floor. This was starting to come together well. I planned on making it home to ask my parents to help me with it tomorrow.
As I made my way to the front door, I heard a loud crashing sound from above me. I feared what might be happening and ran for the door.
I made it out and back on the street, heading home. I stared in horror at the building I had worked so hard on, the building I could have died in.
I put the book I had in my hands, on the desk. I had just finished a novel about a person that ventured into a cave and found talking bears that lead him to a treasure. Further and further into the cave they lead him until they can go no further. They then stop and begin to eat him. A dark story, but an easy escape from the horrors of reality.
There's a building in town that my family refuses to stop fighting about. I find it funny and a little ridiculous that they still bicker about it, for I don't really see the point in losing your sanity over it. It's just a building.
There's this building in the middle of town, just off the corner of main street, that had been there for decades. It's made of brick and whatever is on the inside. Wood, perhaps? The issue about the building is that it's falling apart, crumbling before every passer by. For months now, the building gets worse and worse.
My mom thinks it's unfair that the building has nobody to take care of it, while my dad thinks there's not enough funds in the town to hire someone to take care of a building no longer in use. My parents would often turn to me to see who I agree with, but in reality I see where they both are coming from and agree with them both.
I know, it's completely unfair to them that they will probably never find any sort of agreement on the building but just the other day the arguments worsened. My dad believed it in such bad shape because the structure of the building was faulty and not up to code. My mom's only rebuttal was, "There are so many houses in this town built wrong, you don't see them falling apart."
I wanted so badly to step in and separate them from their fighting. Weren't they sick of it by now? I only longed to see them happy again, without raised voices. After all, no matter who's right, it solves nothing, the building is still falling apart. Why not start a cause to get it fixed up rather than complain about it?
At school, I passed around a petition to get the building fixed up, asking for volunteers to help me with it. To my dismay, nobody seemed interested enough to want to help. Well, besides this girl that was really into me, but I knew she didn't have the means to help me with the project. I had no idea what I was going to do with it anyways.
After school was out that day, I snuck away from the buses and made my way across town to the crumbling building. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. When the coast was clear, I stepped under the yellow 'caution' tape and slipped inside.
Looking around, I saw debris was everywhere. Nothing inside was put together enough to make it upstairs, where most of the damage was. I figured I might as well get started. My first course of action, moving all the broken pieces of wood and brick.
As I moved around to make piles, I could see the dust falling off the ceiling above me. I jumped back when I saw a piece of the floor above me fall away. After the dust settled, I picked it up and moved it into the pile.
It took a decent amount of time, the sun went down while I was in there, but eventually I got everything cleaned and off the floor. This was starting to come together well. I planned on making it home to ask my parents to help me with it tomorrow.
As I made my way to the front door, I heard a loud crashing sound from above me. I feared what might be happening and ran for the door.
I made it out and back on the street, heading home. I stared in horror at the building I had worked so hard on, the building I could have died in.
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