To: Everyone. From: Ama. "Merry Christmas! My House Is On Fire!!"
Tonight is Christmas Day Night, and our stove caught on fire. Mom put it on auto-clean when there was a lot of fat in the bottom of the oven-part, and it caught. Smoke piled through our house! It was nuts!!
Dad and I managed to get it unplugged, but that didn't help. I held the door open for a while to get smoke out, and we opened the kitchen door and windows, but that didn't help. So we got the Grandmothers and Aunt Margaret out the door (note about living with the elderly: they use the washroom before exiting during a fire alarm). I packed up the animals. Mom called the Fire Department. I rescue hero'd her purse, my school bag (I've decided: I will pass World Issues even if it KILLS me!) and my three favourite stuffies (it would not do for a dalmatian given to me by a firefighter to die of smoke inhalation).
I am proud of myself. The only time I panicked was when Dad was standing and coughing and not moving, and I yelled at him to get out of the house because of his bad asthma.
Three middle aged fire department men came. They opened all our windows and took out our stove.
Now, we are all fine (but Aunt Margaret went home.) Nothing is the matter, my parents are safe, we're all fine.
Kitchen's a mess, though.
I will NEVER forget this Christmas.
Dad and I managed to get it unplugged, but that didn't help. I held the door open for a while to get smoke out, and we opened the kitchen door and windows, but that didn't help. So we got the Grandmothers and Aunt Margaret out the door (note about living with the elderly: they use the washroom before exiting during a fire alarm). I packed up the animals. Mom called the Fire Department. I rescue hero'd her purse, my school bag (I've decided: I will pass World Issues even if it KILLS me!) and my three favourite stuffies (it would not do for a dalmatian given to me by a firefighter to die of smoke inhalation).
I am proud of myself. The only time I panicked was when Dad was standing and coughing and not moving, and I yelled at him to get out of the house because of his bad asthma.
Three middle aged fire department men came. They opened all our windows and took out our stove.
Now, we are all fine (but Aunt Margaret went home.) Nothing is the matter, my parents are safe, we're all fine.
Kitchen's a mess, though.
I will NEVER forget this Christmas.