The Fire

By Travis Chambers

“You heard about that fire on 42nd Street,” asked Zach

“Nah, is it big?” I responded

“Didn’t start big but they couldn’t put it out. It was like one of those birthday candles that don’t go out,” he explained

I jammed my fork into the pasta I had just made and popped it into my mouth. We would have to help and a fire like this would be dangerous. “We’re going to go aren’t we?” I said. It was more of a statement than a question. He nodded. I finished up my pasta and we jogged off to get ready.

In the changing room every one was changing and trying to laugh their fear and worry away. We were all scared but were too prideful to show it. As the burning building came into view, I realized it was an old warehouse. They truck skidded to a stop and we all jumped out. Zach and I sprinted to report with Captain Meral who was the captain of the group that first got there. “We need you inside,” he told us. I nodded.

We turned and dashed of toward the building. The door was already busted and we could tell there were firemen in there already. “Help!” said a distant voice. I turned toward the voice. Zach turned and sprinted. A beam fell and hit knocking him through the floor. “NO!” I screamed.

Ignoring the flames I jumped through the hole and saw two fire men on the floor. One of them was Zach. “Help I broke my leg and cant move,” cried the other. Hoisting them on my shoulder I climbed through the hole and ran out the front door.

“Thanks, I was stupid,” mumbled Zach. I nodded angrily but he knew I was just as thankful as him.