There Was A Fire?!?!

by Joey Bagadonuts

When I woke up Wednesday morning, I could feel it in my noggin that it would be an electrifying day. I got out of bed and scarfed down my eggs and toast in a hurry. I ran to school as fast as lightning. I was already down to the last moments before the bell. I was sprinting across the yard and I could see the door closing but I found the last bit of extra energy deep inside me and made it with seconds to spare. I was all set to take my history CST test.

Testing went as I expected. Eyes on your own paper, mark the bubble with a circle, all that jazz. I finished with plenty of time to waste so I decided to take a nap. I awoke to the hustle and bustle of my classmates around me leaving. I figured the test was over. I got up and stretched and went on to my next class. I could still feel that exciting buzz, but I couldn’t figure out why.

When the bell finally rang for lunch, I was going crazy with all that excitement and energy. I mosied on over to the usual hang out to meet Bruno and Stephen like always. Stephen suggested a game of soccer with the seventh graders near the dumpster. It sounded like a good way to release my energy so I accepted. Just before the game began, I could feel the air temperature rising. All of a sudden, someone shouted, “THERE’S A FIRE IN THE DUMPSTER!!” I looked over, and to my amazement, there was! I had no idea what to do. You would think all those fire drills would keep people calm. But can you really expect middle school students to line up and stay quiet while there’s a raging inferno just meters away from them?

When the flames began to grow, I fled the scene like a gazelle running from lions. If I were seen near the blaze, everyone would’ve thought it was me. Meanwhile, others were just starting to notice the fire. People started to run to pull the fire alarm. Once word started spreading, the staff came running over telling people to back up and get out of the way. At this point everyone was going crazy. Everyone was asking the same question, “Who did it?” Somehow still people are asking that question. Who ever it was must have been really slick.

Although that Wednesday was a lot of fun, I still learned something. I learned how important it is to assess the situation around you and decide when it’s a good idea to leave. Even though it was really exciting to see the fire so close, I knew I should get away because things might not turn out very well. If I had stayed and watched the fire and acted immature, I could have gotten injured or in a lot of trouble. I don’t know if this event changed me, but it opened my eyes to what can happen if you’re not careful where you go or what you do during any situation.