clarella

I could tell you stories for hours. Stories of crazy actors, break-ups, first kisses, play rehearsals gone bad. Honestly, you would not believe what has happened in this room. My name is Carella, but no one has ever remembered that. Most people don't even know I'm here, if I'm being frank. I like my camouflage, blending into my native habitat. If They could see me, it wouldn't be any fun. I've been separated from my family since the week after I was manufactured. We stay in touch ever once in a while, but I'm alone for the most part. Maybe that's why I love to watch the psycho people. I have a unit family. For generations we have been in charge of keeping the peace against arsonists. A big job, but we have always been to handle it. The part I hate, the part I can't stand is the empty nothingness of waiting. Another reason I watch. How many times in your life has there ever been a fire, I ask you? Back to stories. I'll tell you my personal favorite one first. Boy sees girl, boy tries to act all cool, makes a fool of himself. Leans against the wall, misses and falls on his face. It's a classic I love.We had some drama today. False alarm in the smokes. that's we call our detectors. Someone hit a line doing some electrical work for construction. So the poor kids are standing outside while my pops is trying to figure out where the fire is. Needless to say he was humiliated for going off like that and we'll be talking about it for many Smokemas' to come.