Ok I finally have decided to write. Friday was Friday! We didn't have practice, but our team seriously needed it. I came home that sat around, watched tv, and ate. I felt so sick that I was so stuffed up I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even sleep. Today I didn't really do much of anything. We took my brother to one of his friends' house but it took us 45 minutes to find where he lived so I just turned around and we went home. On our way home, firetrucks were turning on the street that takes you to my house. I was scared because I thought it was our house. My dad told me to drive faster so we followed the firetruck to where it went. Luckily, it wasn't our house. It was near our house though! For those of you who know where Lindsey lives, it was about 3 houses over. We pulled over and saw all the flames take over the top part of the house. There were like 6 firetrucks and a couple of ambulances. 2 firefighters went to the hospital on strechers because they inhaled too much smoke. I stood there thinking about how horrible it would be to see your entire house in flames. Every memory that happened in your home just gone. Every picture, personal object, valuables, and maybe even pets. To think of something happening like that is very scary. What is also scary is to think that firemen go inside a burning home risking their lives to save people. They are brave people. That was basically my dad. Tonight my parents went to the school auction and Cassidy, Nazley, Chelsea, and Calle came over for a bit. They were selling me some "pine straw" Calle stayed longer than the rest of the girls and we just sat and talked. After she left, I watched Wimbledon on digital demand movies. It was good. Well, that's all I got. Basketball is almost over. I'm not sure if I want to get asked to move up or not...