The clock read 4:28 a.m. and my sisters and I were completely asleep. Only a minute later, a neighbor of ours rung the doorbell, as she desperately tried to wake us up and get our attention. get up! The house is on fire!", my sister Nyah screamed! Those were the words that snapped me back into reality. Chills blew through the hallways, like a ghost silently coming and going. I watched puffs of dark smoke as it dragged itself through the rooms of my house to tell me the full story. Suddenly, in the distance, I heard a faint booming sound like the shot of a canon going off in the distance. I heard the noise as it grew louder and louder until all I heard was silence. People from houses along our street rushed out in their pajamas onto the road and clustered together and witnessed a roaring fire that swallowed …show more content…
“Come on let’s go!” She lugged my body and dragged me down the stairs, as we stumbled on one another to reach to safety. We all jerked back as the flames reached its way to our living room. It twisted and turned as it made is way over to us like a ballerina twirling in the heat. All three of my sisters and I bolted for the door. As much as I hated to admit it, I was scared. I didn't know what to think, it was as if I did not have enough time to think. My sisters and I sensed the fire as it tiptoed closer and closer. We felt the heat nip at our heels. Nyah frantically reached out her hand for the door knob and ferociously swung it open. I grabbed my little sister Karla by the arm and held her under mine. She squeezed my body tightly and I struggled for air. I knew she was scared. I held her tightly. I didn't want to show her how weak I was even though I wanted to burst into tears. “It’s going to be okay,” I whispered in her ear. I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. If I didn't believe myself how could she believe me. We looked up and were blinded by flashing