Running From The Flames
by Melannie F., Ontario, Canada, Age 10
We were walking down the road. My friend and I . She and I were
bored and tired from work.. We sat down on the steps of a store.
"Im sooo bored." I said.
My friend replied,"Same
here."
Then I heard something. Something terrible.
I heard
a scream. So terrible that it scared me half to death. Then I
heard more screams.
One person shouted,"RUN!!"
I was ready to run. I said to my friend,''Come on, lets go!''
But my friend said,''But I wonder why? Maybe its not important.
I'm tired and bored. Im not going. Im sitting here.''
I said ''Fine!'' I started to run. I was going to go home. To tell
my family what was happening. I ran faster, but the more I ran, the
more screams I heard. Then, another sound. More worse than the screams.
What
I heard...was a gun. I don't know who got shot. Maybe it's my friend!,
I thought. But I wasn't going turn back to save her. Even though my
name would be in the newspapper in bold letters saying "JENNIFER
SAVES A 14 YEAR OLD GIRL''. It was her fault. No, but she was a
good friend. Should I go save her? Now that was the first question...what
will be the next? I turned around. It was a terrible sight. I don't
want to go there.
I saw
fire. It scared me. I was not going back. Now that question was
out of my head. Finally.
HOME.
Home sweet home. But it wont be sweet for long. It would be home
burned home. I bursted inside the house. Empty. Nobody. I guess
my family
already knows. I ran out. I saw so many people running for their
lives! But
there was one person that is important that I didn't see running.
I never
saw...my friend. Could it...be? She's the one that got... no that can't
be! The fire came closer. ''What are you doing standing on the door?
Run for your life!'' yelled an old woman,'' You don't want to die,
do you?" Of course I don't want to die! I then ran. I looked
back. No sign of my friend. Maybe she is still alive! Maybe I cant
see her because there are so many people running, maybe she is
there but I can't see! But anyways, I kept on running.
There,
in front of my eyes, was my family. Whew! "Oh, I thought you
wouldn't make it! Oh, thank heavens! Oh....good.....how did you
do it? What happend to you?" Sometimes mothers can be such
freaks. "Long story. Come on let's go before we get killed!!"
"Ya, she's right." said my brother. Me, my mother, my two
brothers and my sister ran. I had no idea where we were going.
Maybe
my mom will know!
"Mom," I said,"Where are we going?"
"To the airport. We will go on a plane." my mom said in
a very worried voice. We ran for hours. "There! There's the
airport!" I said. I looked back. Some fire was coming this
way, but it was still far away. A few feet away were a bunch of
people. I thought we were the only ones going to the airport! Guess
I'm wrong. Also, I never knew my family and I were so fast at running!
Oh well.
We got
inside the airport. My mom started talking fast about ''what plane
to go on''. Then I remembered. I almost forgot! My friend!!!! Her
name was Mary. Oh, poor Mary!
Soon, we got onto a plane. We were going to Canada.
Saved. After we got on the plane, the plane was ready to go. Then
the plane
went up the sky. I looked down at the airport. Oh my gosh!
There, lay the airport...in fire! We are very lucky!
But...Mary!! Maybe she's on this plane! I looked around. There were
lots of
people. I couldn't see. Maybe. After few hours, we were there. We
were
saved. I'm alive.
Soon,
people from different countries came to the country that was on
fire. They took them to the hospital.
And Mary? Maybe Mary got healed at the hospital! Maybe. There are
so many maybes.
After
4 years, I heard my doorbell ring. I ran downstairs and yelled,''I
will get it!" I opened the door. I couldn't believe what I
saw.
"MARY!!"
I yelled at the top of my lungs."How did you know I lived here?"
I
asked. "And how did you survive?"
She told
me the whole story. The fire burned her and she just kept
running. Her story was amazing. It was a great miracle.
