Personal Narrative: The Fire

The rumble turned into a shake that made Amanda and I turn around. The sight was indescribable. A massive cloud of dust darkened the sky. Almost like a tsunami of dirt. One of the towers collapsed. The dust burned my eyes to the point where I almost closed them completely. We ran fast but it felt faster because we couldn't see where we were going. I tripped a few good times. Amanda twisted her ankle so I opened one of the near by cars that was unlocked. I helped her in the car. We both thought this was the safest option and we were both out of breath. We could hardly see out the windows, in fact we couldn't. I pulled out my phone at this point. I had 19 missed calls from my parents because they new I was eating at the Copper Lantern which was near the Twin

Fire trucks kept coming and neighbors gathered around to lend a hand. Many people brought blankets, offered hot chocolate, and a place to keep warm. They were all so kind, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from the house. Mom talks to us on the phone while she’s on her way home from work in Des Moines. My sister and I hug each other in disbelief and cry. We watch the firefighters throw everything out of my bedroom window, which is in the basement.

After the tornado though, there was an early out. Which would be obvious. We lived in a trailer park, so in my scared mind, my family was hurt and my house was destroyed and i was hoping that my family and pets made it to shelter. My mom came and got me and told me everyone was ok, and that we are fine. When we made it into our trailer park, there was a news van a very big famous news of Kansas in our Trailer Park!! Which recently after trying to show people the news I found out my friend's aunt was on the

As soon as I saw the flames I started getting buckets of water and trying to put the fire out. Around this time my Dad comes home and gets a shovel to put out the fire.

There were six fire trucks in my driveway from all different townships. We ended up having to park down the street in my neighbors yard. My dogs were at Kevin’s house for the time being. I noticed my parents were already outside, so I went up to them. The flames were mostly gone by the time I had showed up and they were trying to get things cooled down and cleaned up from all the sludge that had become of it. My grandparents got out to see how everything was going, and then hours later, when the firefighters had declared it safe enough, my family and I went into the house we had all spent ten years of our life in. The house I walked into was one I did not recognize. Everything was out of place and soaking wet from all the water they had to use to put out the fire. Even the items that weren’t burnt were still damaged from either the smoke or all the water. Luckily, my door had been closed to my room, which had saved some things. Unluckily, most of my personal possessions were ruined. My clothes, my journals I had kept up with, and most of the things I held dear to me were gone in a

After staying away from my house for a month and a half, we finally came back to Fort McMurray. I was so anxious to see my house after the fire, and although I found out that the fire has not affected our neighborhood through the Internet, I wanted to see for myself. On my way to Fort McMurray, I could not explain the emotions that were going through me. I felt fear, anticipation, and other feelings. As I was near the city, I saw the burned trees, destroyed houses, burned cars, trampolines, and bikes. Some houses were burned halfway while others only had the foundations leftover. The sight of burned houses was depressing.

The smoke smell started to get stronger like everyone gathered around us was smoking a cigarette, but when I lifted my head back to look at the firefighters they were all ducking as more black smoke poured out of my house like a giant chimney. I waited anxiously for the firefighters to actually put out the

The hour and a half was up. My mom and brother were going to the front doors, when she got a call from my dad.

Back in August 2004, up in Frisco Colorado, my family and I were coming back from a family trip up in the mountains. We pulled into a gas station to fill up our motorhome. As were filling up, the maintenance tech came out of started to fiddle with the gas pump and before you know it, our motorhome caught on fire. Some of my family members were inside and some

I can’t remember the year exactly, I was in a fire on the monorail at Disney World, one of the happiest places on the planet. My friend and I were facing backwards in the front car when we noticed as we came around the corner a great orange glow from the back car. The train stopped and people in the back car started climbing out of the windows up on the top of the car. So we were sitting there, smoke-filled the doors popped open and the windows popped open, and we sat there for three hours until the fire department picked everyone off with ladders and cherry pickers.

One day, my dog, my best friend, and I were getting ready to leave and we got a call to go down to the Empire State building because something had happened. Luckily we were only a few miles away. All the people from the search and rescue team had gotten a call as well. When we got to the two building's they were on fire and their were fire fighters/fire trucks .

that!” She opened the door and a big cloud of smoke hit her in the face.

I was playing laser tag. Then when the game ended I went to my mom. The people around me were talking to each other and saying that there was a tornado coming. Everyone started panicking and so did I. I ran over to my step-grandmother. She said to me,”Everything will be alright.” Then my mom, sister, and Mrs. Hall came over to comfort me.

In our society, hearing about a fire can be such a tragedy, but I cannot seem to think of anyone actually continuing to check on the progress of the owners afterwards. When I was in seventh grade, I had just gotten off the bus with my sister to find that our road was blocked off. Policemen, firemen, ambulances, and more scattered the street. There was an uproar of yelling, something about checking a house and making sure it was cleared. I was not quite able to recognize whose house it was, until I tried to weasel my way through the scattered people to find my home. A hand had reached out and grabbed my sister and I, muttering words that we were not allowed to move any closer to the scene. Confused, we gave each other a look and that was when

I got over with burning hands and ran, not bothering to wrap them. I ran until I couldn 't run anymore and then more. I ran to the light where I saw a house, and when I got to it I pounded on the door. When it opened I broke down and cried. It was him, it was my son! He looked at me and there was a flash of recognition in his eyes he must have seen pictures and he hugged me yelling “dad dad she 's home!!” Then we were all hugging, happy, safe.