Flames
Just keep calm and stay low. I cant breathe. There’s too much smoke. I have to find my little brother. Mom says that she couldn’t find him. I can feel my throat closing up. I can’t quit looking. Maybe he is still asleep in his bed. Wait! I hear someone calling me. Henry? It does not sound like my little brothers voice. It must be my mother calling from outside. Ouch, what was that? I just kneeled on a comb. That must mean I’m in the bathroom now. Everything looks different in a fog. It’s so disorienting. Why can’t I crawl any faster! Just a few more feet until my brother’s bedroom. I can’t open his door; it must be locked. Ill have to kick it down, but I don’t think I’m strong enough. Oh how I wish the firemen would get