a hose catches fire_people try to put out the fire with buskets of water,sand etc._they fail_the fire spread_a small boy runs to his friend who has a mobile phone_rings up_the fire bridge_the fire bridge arrives_the fire is put out_people praise the boy's presence of mind.in 80-100 words
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I sat on the curb feeling the heat on my face. My mother was crying and pacing behind me. My brother was sitting next to me swearing and tugging at his hair. Our stepdad was standing out of our mother’s way, swearing and tugging at his hair. Our family communed on the sidewalk watching as the house burned. It was a two story, semi-detached brick house. Three bedrooms. My parents had just finished renovating the kitchen. It was beautiful. This was the nicest house we’d ever lived in. New hardwood floors that my stepdad had just put in a few months ago. The fire started in the bathroom. Ironically, the one room we hadn’t done anything to yet. It was a bathroom. I hated it. I didn’t care if that room burned, but seeing the rest of it burn me off. The bathroom was next to my room. I loved my room. It had been renovated. My mom and I painted it my favourite shade of blue. With cream trim. And huge windows. I loved my windows. They faced south, so I got tons of light and the blue didn’t seem gloomy but peaceful. Serene. We decked my room out with furniture from Ikea. It was the first time I’d ever had new furniture, or gotten to choose what went in my room. This was my room. And now the fire was burning it all down.
I was lying in bed when the fire started. I don’t even remember what I was thinking about. I wasn’t asleep yet. Probably thinking about something stupid like what to wear to school tomorrow. When I was little I used to think about which of my things I would take with me if I had to leave suddenly. If there were a fire or something and I had to run out of the house in a hurry without the chance of coming back. I stopped thinking about that a while ago. Now I wish I hadn’t. I never really thought there’d be a fire. I was just scared of the idea of not having any of my stuff. So I lay awake at night planning what I would take and how I would do it without getting trapped in the hypothetical fire. I had to plan it out because everything seemed important and I couldn’t imagine leaving any of it behind. I imagined this scene, sitting outside with my family, only I’d be surrounded with everything from my room, minus the furniture – my awesome Ikea furniture – and everyone else would be crying. But now we were all out here together and I had nothing. A real fire had come and I didn’t have time to grab anything except my cat. The fire happened so fast, smoke started seeping in through my closet, adjacent to the bathroom. my Jackie Chan Mister Nice Guy movie-size poster is in the closet.Burnt now. Long gone. I love that poster. I didn’t even have time to think about what was in my room when the fire took hold. My brother was smoking in the bathroom again. He must’ve left the joint lying around. Thanks a lot , now all my favourite things are up in smoke. Our house is ruined. I hope that was really good weed at least. Our lives are over now.