He rolled over to glance at his clock.
5:43am.
He flopped out of bed, threw on a pair of untied shoes, grabbed a sweatshirt from the top of his laundry basket and stumbled out the door.
He melted into the crowd of students leaving the building with the redundant sound of the fire alarm in the background.
They walked out the east door, as the always do, and towards the lawn.
"Oh my God! It's a real fire!" someone shouted.
He turned back toward the building to see the massive cloud of thick black smoke billowing from the fourth floor.
"Should have grabbed my laptop," he thought.
2 comments:
How scarey. I couldn't imagine being in "his" shoes. This makes me want to put a fire escape plan in action for my family. You never know what is going to happen.
Yea good blog. Fires aren't very worrysome until you experience one first hand. Then you're like always checking to make sure your you have everyhthing running smoothly in your house.
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