When our house caught fire.

It was almost the end of summer right after my birthday. I was the only one awake I went to cook some eggs for breakfast. At first it was all going OK until I smelled something really smelly. It was the trash. So I left my eggs on the pan and got the trash to put it outside.

After I came inside I saw something flash out of the pan. It was a flame. It fell on the kitchen carpet and it caught on fire. I started panicking and went upstairs to wake up my parents. After I came back down to find the flame even bigger. My mum and dad came rushing down stairs in a hurry. In there horror they saw the huge fire. They got a bucket of water and started pouring it on the fire. It was no use. I was scared to death. My parents told me to call the fire fighters and I did.

The fire was blazing and bright and the flames were spreading everywhere. I felt like some bee had stung me when I saw my favourite mug that my grandma made me before she died melting slowly slowly. After a while I could see my eyes closing and I fell. The only thing I remember before was seeing lots of ashes and hearing my family's cries.

I woke up a few minutes later outside my house in my garden. I saw the fire fighters trying to take off the fire. In about a few minutes the fire was increasing and soon it was going. I was relieved everyone was safe. I will never ever cook by my own ever avian. It was the most scariest day ever.