penelopesays wrote...
my dog.
They let you have dogs in your dorm?
I would save my cat and my guitar.
After getting those out, I'd be the first back at the door, to pick up my little sister (since my dad's already got my mom---and is paranoid about noxious gasses in the smoke)
It could be caused by my little sister playing with fire, my mother ritualistically burning credit statements, or one of our shitty appliances.
I would think that my answer is semi unique, since I don't have to wait for the fire department to get there. My father's the chief of the district where we live, and I work for another---far, far away.