The Fire!

• Sophie Etheridge, Grade 3
• Short Story
• 2015

Sirens wailing, smoke alarms screaming and people running wildly. Except for me, I was stuck. My eyes wide open as big as golf balls, goosebumps all over. I was trembling with fear. All I could think about was burning in the fire and in the worst place, the janitor`s closet! I pushed and pulled the creaky, old door as hard as I could and finally it opened, I fell violently backwards into the shelves of cleaning products. A cloud of thick, black smoke filled the room. I quickly ducked to the ground hoping not to get engulfed by the deathly smoke around me. I ran through the archway of blazing flames towards the stairs and to my surprise the stairs were not enclosed in the flames.I sprinted down the staircase as fast as a cheetah