Forest Fire
Driving happily down the mountainside, I talked to my
thirteen-year-old friend named Mary next to me.
The two families were returning to their home and coming back from a
very exhausting, all-morning hike in the mountains. Mary said something funny; I laughed and
twisted my head to the filthy window.
The van curved sharply and unending bends while inside the van people
talked and laughed. Suddenly the land
around us converted into steep, scary looking, and very dark. Then the van turned a corner so sharply that
I thought the car would fall off the hill!
Ah, finally flat terrain, I
thought to myself looking out the glass in the front of the car. I stopped talking to my friend because I
started feeling a little sick and uneasy.
Then the car curved another bend and suddenly, looking
ahead, there was an enormous cloud of smoke and ashes. The car slowed down and everybody gasped.
“There is a forest fire!” shouted Mary.
The two cars came to a stop and everybody hopped out with cameras in
their hands. The families walked to the
edge and saw the monstrous roar of fire bursting up from the trees. I choked as I breathed the smoke, and
squinted when the smoke caught into my shocked, hurting eyes. The forest fire just started and was
demolishing any living thing in its path.
Unexpectedly the fire hit something really burnable and a big bang
sounded in the air and fire burst out from everywhere. The two families started running to the car.
“It’s spreading,” I said.
Every person jumped into the car as fast as they could and
the car started. All of us were relieved
and breathing heavily. Mary and I looked
at the fire in horror. Did anyone else
know about the fire? The air conditioner cooled and comforted them quickly.
The car finally came out of the dull and rocky mountains and into the smooth,
wide road. They, surprisingly, did not
see anybody or anything around. Every
single person in the two vans felt relief from the forest fire, and they slept
safely in their own beds that night.
