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Narrative-Not Your Average Day Essays

Today I woke up thinking it would be just any normal day and I would live my life just like any other day, the sun was shining and the morning breeze swept through my hair as I opened the door to let our kitten outside. Just like any other Monday (or any other weekday) I was to get ready for school before 7:45 as that is when we leave for the bus, so as usual I was late out the door and nearly missed the bus. The bus trip that morning was also quite normal, everybody sat in “their” seats and continued on with whatever they usually do.
After a good half hour or so it was time to get off the bus and herd into school like any other day, I saw my friends and waited for the bell to go to homeroom. But I had to put the bins out today as I was in year 10 and “the only one that didn’t whinge”. So the bins were put out and everybody carried on with their school life and was all happy as per usual. English and Maths were first, then following Recess we had Science and HSIE and halfway through lunch our 100 hour P. A. S. S class walked down to the pool for periods 5 and 6 as well as the remainder of lunch.
We had a pretty good time at the pool (after laps of course) as we worked on a 30 second synchronised routine where I (being the smallest of 5) was the “main” act (only because I was thrown in the air at the end) we had a lot of fun making and showing our routine and it seemed as if it was the best afternoon ever! I also had a pretty good bus trip home too, the majority of the bus crowding around my new iPod touch like cavemen discovering fire for the first time. We were all looking and laughing at some video of my 13 year old sister and our little 2 year old friend dance to the 8 million hits song “Gangnam Style”.
After that, it didn’t take long to get home, as everyone kept talking about it and how funny it was when the little boy hit my sister in the face with a maraca. When I got home, I changed into my singlet and shorts and went off to the park to meet a friend (well I wished he was more than a friend) called Darren. We talked for a little bit as we usually would when we hung out, thinking it was an ordinary day, until I looked over to the left hand side of his head and saw a cloud of smoke… I didn’t think anything of it.
He turned around and then turned back to me and told me not to worry, so we just kept talking for a few more minutes unit I peered over to the left hand side of his head again, seeing a thick, black cloud of smoke violently gushing up into the air like a huge black demon was arising from the ground. He turned around again and said something that I didn’t quite catch because I was thinking the worst. He grabbed my hand and we started to walk over there… It was the most horrific sight I had ever witnessed in real life, I had seen things like this on TV, but never in real life.
I looked over to the right and there was my friend and her family crying and screaming and swearing. I looked over the road to my left where the big orange and yellow flames were eating their house slowly, but brutally. There was nothing anybody could do except stand there and wait until the fire brigade came. I comforted Bianca as she cried into my shoulder, holding her 2 and-a-half year old sister, Bella. Bianca started blaming it on herself, which made her even more upset.. I looked over to the house and the fire was getting bigger…. and stronger.
I looked back over to her little brother, Coen (who has a little bit of a mental disability) was clinging to his aunty like a koala clinging to its mothers back. He was swearing and yelling and crying. It was all horrendous, but the main thing I remember is him screaming repeatedly “What’s happening to us”. His friend, Hamish shook him and told him his house was burning down, it didn’t help because Coen was still confused. It all felt like it was a dream…. Like it wasn’t real. Darren was over the road looking at his old house burning down, no way to stop it.
He must have had so many memories living there and I just felt so bad for everyone. Their lives wouldn’t be the same again. Darren came over to me and comforted me. He told me he had to leave at 5. OO, but it was now 5. 4O. He said he had to go and I said I’d leave with him after I looked for one last time at the now ginormous flames still eating away the house. The fire had started at the back right hand side of the house, but it had now come to the front. Everybody was still panicking, wondering if any other houses would be eaten by the horrible flames too. The gas tank on the roof started squealing and everyone was silent.
All of the little kids were hiding behind their mothers, screaming and crying in horror. The pain in the air was unbearable and thick, just like the black smoke that carried away from the dying house. Darren snapped me out of my ‘panic’ session and reminded me he had to go. I went with him, holding back my tears. He kept asking me if I was alright “yes” I said, lying to him. I think he kind of got the feeling that I really wasn’t okay, as I went really quiet and put my head down when I heard the fire trucks go past, so he put his big muscly (yet very comforting) arm around me as we walked out of the park. that’s my house there” he said, pointing just to the left “I know, it might sound creepy but I know your car ” “that is a little creepy” he said, laughing… he must have been trying to ignore the fact that we had just watched his old house burn down. “I’ve seen your step mum drive Elise to the bus stop” I said, owning up. he believed me and asked me if I’d be okay and I lied again and said yes. He told me he didn’t want to go but he had to. He kissed me goodbye and walked off home. I didn’t even get 5 metres away when I started crying.
It wasn’t one of those cries where you just have a few tears, it was that one that you really mean and feel… and it seems like a devil is playing paddle ball with your lungs. I ran home, still crying and crying. I fell over a couple times because I couldn’t see where I was going through all the tears that filled my eyes like a dam. I ran down the little hill that lead into the little street that I live in. I opened the gate to find Mum and Nicole standing there. I fell on the ground and hyperventilated as mum tried to stop me. I couldn’t help it. I just couldn’t get my head around it all.
I wished it never happened, I felt so bad. I know it’s not my house or anything, but it is still sad to see it burn away. I couldn’t even imagine a life without my house. I didn’t really sleep that night. I was too scared just in case something happened and I was asleep and didn’t know. Before I knew it though, it was morning. And as any other day, I had to go to school on the bus… which goes past the house. As we passed it, it didn’t look like anything had happened…. Until we turned the corner. It was completely fine on the left side, but on the right it had collapsed nearly fully, and yet the house next door was fine.
The memories of people screaming and crying and swearing and panicking couldn’t get out of my head. It was as if it was padlocked in there. I tried to keep my feelings inside of me as the bus trip continued. And I succeeded. I had a normal day at school and even though it hurted me, I didn’t really show it. It has been about a week now since It all happened. I still feel terrible every single time I go past. I just thought about going in there and how nice it was and how much fun we had. I haven’t got over it yet and I don’t think I ever will. So now you know why it wasn’t a normal, average everyday day…

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