On the Weekend: A Narrative

On the weekend I went to my nana’s house because our house had a fire.  When the fire happened my family was trapped in our bedrooms.  I was the only one who was not trapped.  I got down, I got low and my cat Rocky followed me.  Rocky moved slowly because the fire was in front of him.  So he moved to the side.  I got to the phone and I dialled 111 and asked for the fire brigade. 

The fire brigade man told Rocky and I to go and stand at our letterbox outside.  He told us to crouch down to get out of the house because the fire was above us.  When we got outside we ran to the letterbox. 

Then the fire engine arrived and they hosed our house with water and got my family out of the house.  Next the ambulance arrived to look after my mum because her arm was a little bit burnt.  My dad had a little burn on his leg.  The ambulance people looked after my mum and dad.  They are all better now.

It was a busy night and we were all very tired.  Because our house had been burnt down we all slept at my nana’s house.  She was pleased that we were all OK and so was I.