When our house caught on fire

       One day on a sunny Sunday morning we had our breakfast and we dressed up for church.

       While we were coming back from church I was thinking about what I dreamt the night before. I dreamt that our house caught on fire. My dad parked the car and at that precise moment I saw something bright orange from our kitchen window. I thought I was

just loosing my head.

       When we opened the door a beam of heat came into our face. Then I realised that the orange thing that I saw, was actually fire coming from the toaster. My dad told us to fetch all our important stuff before the fire started to spread further. By this time the whole kitchen was already on fire. My dad called the fire engine.

       I fetched my football boots, my ps4, an important ball and I got my bird’s cage so he can come with me. The smell of smoke left me almost breathless. My family members fetched their stuff too. My mum felt weak because of the smoke and my dad had to carry her on his shoulders. By now the fire arrived till the living-room and it was almost on fire too. I was scared as we were trapped there and I thought

I was going to die.

       Luckily the firemen arrived in time to get us out safe and sound. The fire was blazing and bright and I saw our house burning to ashes in front of my eyes. Finally my brother confessed that he left the toaster plugged and my mum grabbed him fiercely from the ear.

I didn’t believe that dreams come true but from that day onwards I started to believe in dreams.

Massimo Parrella, 6.1