I was studying for my midterms on a cold Martin Luther King Day in 2014. My mom asked me to go out to the store to get groceries that day. When I came back, I never expected what would happen actually happen. The people from my building were outside, along with police officers and firefighters. Someone told me there was a fire on my floor, but I couldn’t possibly think that the fire was from my apartment. So I went up to the third floor, where I lived on and the halls were smoke-filled. When I got to my door, I did see that smoke was coming from my apartment. I panicked for a few moments, and tried to open the door, however, I couldn’t open the door because someone already broke the door knob. I was shook and scared because I thought
