Her Highness
Let me just say this. I have never experienced this (and I sincerely hope I never do again) but I was the one who smelled and discovered the fire outside my sister's window. I got steve and Jen up (who got the kids up) and my noise got my stepmom up. I grabbed my phone after waking Steve and Jean called 911. I ran outta the house and did what I was supposed to do. The first thing that I told the operator was "My dad's deck is on fire!" Jen was on the phone with 911 too (I heard the operator saying "We got another call.") Steve and my stepmom took both hoses and kept the fire from spending. I heard the fire truck siren going off, I ran up to the neighbor's backyard (partly abandoned property) and moved my arms showing them where it was. The SUV tried to drive down in the backyard but turned around. The firetruck got here and put the fire out. They foamed it. I was crying my eyes out because all I could think of was my dad's hardwork in that deck and the house! (He built this house with his friends. I didn't want to see that hardwork go!) Jen, Max, Lucy, and I got out of the way for the firefighters did their job. This whole time my legs felt like jello literally. I collapsed onto the ground (not passing out) and after the whole mess got under control I started stop crying. They checked the inside of the house and attic. Everything's fine inside. It was ME who got everyone up and out of the house after smelling it. It was also Linda's and Steve's quick thinking of using the hoses on the fire. (It was pretty much out ((the small flames anyway)) by the time they got there.) Though there was other fires still burning. One of the firefighters (I think he was an invstigator; not really sure) said if we weren't sure about something to call 'em back. The wire that is connected to the TV and the outside electric was blown. Steve plugged the tv into an outlet in the hall bathroom downstairs.

When I was on the phone with my father he said that he will build the grill AWAY from the house this time. This makes me feel a bit better. The cause of the fire was something was moulding and it somehow just caught fire. But it was definitely coming from the grill!

Pictures:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/SorceryKnightess/Friday%20Deck%20Fire/Center.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/SorceryKnightess/Friday%20Deck%20Fire/Dadsgrill.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/SorceryKnightess/Friday%20Deck%20Fire/Damage.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/SorceryKnightess/Friday%20Deck%20Fire/Glasstable.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/SorceryKnightess/Friday%20Deck%20Fire/Grillparts.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/SorceryKnightess/Friday%20Deck%20Fire/Housesiding.jpg (You see that little window on the right? That's where I was sleeping.)

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/SorceryKnightess/Friday%20Deck%20Fire/Propinetank.jpg (Now Mr. Hill. Propine is safe?)

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/SorceryKnightess/Friday%20Deck%20Fire/Roof.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/SorceryKnightess/Friday%20Deck%20Fire/Siding.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/SorceryKnightess/Friday%20Deck%20Fire/Hole.jpg

(In the damage picture is Jen, Steve, Mr. Tom, and the fire invstigator.) Before the fire department left, I hugged one and thanked them.

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We are alllll okay. I heard something about dad coming home at lunch. I ruined my pair of socks and the bottom of my pj pants but I don't care.