The Fire.

The night of my tenth birthday, my family and I were having fun until my rainbow cake was being baked in the shiny metal oven.

My mother forgot the cake in the oven and then a massively hot fire started in the kitchen and we ran out of the house. The fire burnt my little puppies colourful cage. The fire kept getting more and more gigantic.

I felt downcast and anxious about what had happened to our house. The fire was boiling hot and jumbo in size and monstrous in colour. The smell was horrible. After the kitchen floor was as black as coal.

I heard sirens and people talking to my parents asking how did they create a big fire. That day was horrible. It was as hot as hell. After the fire, the water pipe was as thin as a rake.

The fire was gone and I was very cheerful and joyful.