You're on fire... no, really!

Just when you think everything is normal, quite, and relaxing... you get sent a little challenge to "liven" it up!

I was just grabbing my library book from my room and was heading out to the living room to spend some time with it. I had to go through the kitchen first and I'm so glad I did. As I was walking down our long hallway, there was a strange smell, like plastic... or smoke... or fire...
I calmly walk into the kitchen - I swear I wasn't expecting anything, then I saw it.

Flames.

   Big flames, that reached to the ceiling...

"Oh, nononononononono"  I said, not panicking I'm proud to say, I was more angry that fire would dare to set foot unwelcomed into my pyro family home then scared. I jumped the 4 feet to our island counter where a plastic bag and apron were ablaze, as they were to close to our gas stove. I graped a corner of the apron that wasn't on fire to pulled away but it was surprisingly hot (yeah Lib, it's fire you idiot), and all I had was the library book as my weapon. "dang. Poor thing"  I remember thinking as I hit the flames repeatably with it. I finally got the fire out, and then the smoke alarm went off.
Helpful huh?
That's when I looked at the book (pic below as shown shortly after).

So now I have a crispy book that I'm not sure what my library going to think about it, and slightly scorched fingertips that I don't mind, but at least I was there. I thank God that he allowed me to help out my family in this small but big way. It could have been worse. =\

Stay Random!
-Libby