Blog 6

I was at home on what seemed like normal day when I got a very strange call. It was a tip. Now normally I would be all over it, but that wasn't the first tip of the day, in fact it was the fourth. The weirdest part, they were all for different events. I know this town in crazy but this was above the norm. So I got here i sat for some odd reason thinking about what I was going to do next. As I started to get ready for one I got a call for another, and then another. Sitting down now I decide to wait for yet another call. The air feels think and humid, the sky grayer than usual. I walk over to the window pulling the curtain to the side to get a better look. At that moment a loud crack breaks through the sky and my phone starts to ring yet again. The fifth tip of the day. I walk over to pick it up, but before i get there the power goes out. Great. I start looking for a flash light. Do I own a flash light? I am a reporter, I should own a flash light. As i stumble around the cramped space that I cal home, a glow seems to be coming from the window. As I listen more carefully I here frantic cries. I rush toward the window and see the Mosque on fire. Not only on fire but in complete flames, a smoke stake rising as high as the tower. Guess it's time to go. Grabbing my rain jacket I rush out the door. It was going to be a long day.