Fire Alarm Day Short Story

“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!”, I slammed the snooze bar for the final time in a sleep-deprived fit of rage. “5:45” The red numbers illuminated the dark bedroom and I am hit with the depressing realization that the first day of school has begun. Staying in bed any later would award me with a traffic jam and tardy slip, so I dash out the door.

First of all the fire alarm was hard to get to because it was at the drugstore and it was far away from where the fire started.

During school, a child may be afraid to hold their hand up in class, thus leading to urinary insentience because they don’t have time to make it to the bathroom.

-Child frequently holds in their urine or stool when they have the urge to go.

I came to school and had my first class of the day, which was history on the third floor. The history teacher had not finished teaching when the recess started, so she kept talking for seven extra minutes. The recess lasts ten minutes, which means I had only three minutes to get my books and head down to the first floor for my next class, English.

“Everyone turn in your papers! Your time is up!” My teacher announces in the silent

The director came to our room and told us that this was not a false alarm and that we have to get our bags into the elevator and go downstairs. So, we put our bags by the elevator and Ransom and I asked if they needed our help with the bags, they denied our help. So, we rushed downstairs to await our bags. Panicked and groggy people packed the halls. I recognized my class around the elevator waiting for our bags to come out. I was unlucky

I sat there helplessly calling for help, as the last teacher walked by I had no choice but to literally scream for help so I counted in my head 1 2 3 and screamed so loud it probably caused an earthquake in china

On Saturday, September 16, a scorching fire of flaming hot cheetos erupted in Taffadilia, WA at, as local officials believe, approximately 8:15 PM. This devastating fire has destroyed the homes of many pitiful townspeople such as Carl Crackerjack, Pauline Picklestein, Jennifer Juiceman, and Sam Sausager. This daunting fire stripped these poor people of their homes and belongings, rendering them penniless with nothing but the clothes on their backs’ and the depressing remains of what they once had.

Activity: TTW discuss with students pass lessons of multiplication facts and the way to solve them. TTW will write on the little white board a multiplication fact: 2x3 that means 2 groups of 3, 3+3, she will draw figures that show the groups and array.

The 12:30 lunch bell rings, and the students who ate lunch at that time were being dismissed from class. The hallways that were once empty, was now filled with students.

I loathe math. Numbers are extraordinarily dull. They don't have any depth. In high school, math felt irrelevant. When am I going to need logarithms? When am I going to say to myself “I sure am glad that I had to memorize the unit circle, I use that so often”? But as much as I detest numbers, they explain who we are. Numbers can’t lie, so who better to tell us who we are.

I am excited to share that the American Red Cross is taking our Home Fire Campaign to the next level. This October, we are launching a unique national event, that saves lives by raising public awareness regarding the devastating impact of home fires in our communities, and installing smoke alarms in at-risk neighborhoods. Home fires kill more Americans than every other natural disaster combined every year. Together we can make a difference by preventing these unnecessary deaths. We already have XXX documented lives saved…we can have many more.

Just another regular day going to Ms.Fiore about something that I dont know. Once I went inside the room ,she suggested to me,"You should join this fire prevention poster contest."I knew I was going to slack off on this poster and never finish, but Ms.Fiore said,"You could a computer."

This worker called and informed the mother that Tommy would be late for the visit due to the shortage of cars. This worker and social worker Erik Lara picked up Tommy at his placement at 3:12 P.M. and arrived at the library at 3:30 P.M. The mother arrived at the library at 3:38P.M. and watched Tommy play. Tommy switched from paying with mini plastic figures to the construction foam blocks. When Tommy was playing with other children, this worker reminded the mother to interact with Tommy. The mother explained that she would not have much time playing with her son since he constantly moved by the time she sat down. However, she approached Tommy and identified numbers and letters that Tommy was placing on the board. This worker informed the mother that Tommy might have defecated due