Everyone has their own secrets and so do I. So here’s how my story begins.
It was cloudy in the morning. I was alone in the house because my parents went off to my uncle wedding for 2 days. I was bored and so I decided to ask my friend Yasmeen whether she was available. I wanted to ask her to spend some time (about 2 days) at my home. Fortunately, she agreed and about an hour later she arrived at my house with her backpack. I welcomed her into the house and after unpacking her things, we were planned an activity list for the upcoming few days. So the first thing that popped out from my head was serving a barbeque to my other friends tonight. That night we were having so much fun without noticing it'd already turned midnight.
Sharp at 12, we dispersed. I was so sleepy at that moment. Swiftly, we tidied up the mess and went to bed without realising the stove fire was still burning, even though the fire couldn't be seen by the naked eye. But still, it was dangerous because normally even a small fire can end up burning the entire house down.
Whilst Yasmeen and I were still in deep sleep, I smelt something uncomfortable surrounding our bedroom. I asked my friends to take a look what was going on. Yasmeen was still in a semi-conscious condition. Then I heard loud screams.
“AAAAHHHHHH” shouted Yasmeen. “Fire! There’s a fire Hannah!!" Yelled Yasmeen.
“What?!!! Yasmeen...!! Hurry up! Call 911” I ordered her.
“Hannah, call your parents and I’ll call 911!” Replied Yasmeen. Both of us were scared to the death.
Instead of doing nothing, both of us joined forces to extinguish the fire. But it was useless, the fire was getting bigger. Later on, we heard sirens yell.
“Yes!” I shouted. There was about 5 to 8 rescuers, 3 of them were women and and the rest of them were men. Like the wind , the fire was successfully extinguished from my house. Luckily, the fire just swept out the outside of my house. I thanked those rescuers for saving both of us and ended up dealing with the wrath of my parents. They reached home about 30 minutes after the rescuers did, but I was not going to tell the truth. Out of fear of their response, I cooked up a story about how it happened. I hope my parents will never find out the truth. I’ll tell them about what really happened that day when they've forgotten. Only Yasmeen knows the truth, she told me that she won’t forget that night. Sometimes when I try to remember what caused my house to set on fire, the answers always make me smile. It was because of my clumsiness. It was the most splendid and nightmarish night I have ever had.
Despite the fact that we were still children at that time, I was 11 and Yasmeen was 12. She is older than me but we never feel awkward to share our feelings. She is my best friend forever. Now I’m 17 and she is 18. It had been about 6 years since that night and I still remember how it happened. One of our childhood memories. For Sure.