Well, damn.
Holy crap. let me start at the beginning. Yesterday at about 12:15 I got dropped off in front of my school to get ready for our matinee at 2. A bunch of my drama friends were outside, and Marie comes running up to me and tells me there was a fire in between the school and the park. I worry, but then we go inside with our musical director and I forget about it.
We do our two shows, and we have our cast party. I go home, go to sleep, wake up, hang out, post some pics on facebook, go for a bike ride.
Then, I come home, and I go on facebook. I scroll down, and my town's status is like, hey we have blank amount of fans, let's get to this many by the end of the day. I checked out my town's page and found a status from yesterday.
I know Sam'll read this, so the Walsh family's house burnt down. Clear to the ground. They lost everything. And a crueler irony? Kelly Walsh's (a girl in my grade, and obviously, one of the Walshes) dad is a volunteer fireman.
Kelly and I used to be best friends. We've grown apart, but for no other reason than different classes. We're still friends, and I hope everyone who reads this that can help (in the sense that they know where we are) will.
Yeah, I know, we've had a crapload of community-togetherness since the haiti quake wuth poor Stephanie. Maybe this happened to keep us together. We did a great job last time.
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