Fireworks incident

Walt: 1. write a narrative.

           2. Use words to paint the picture.

           3. Use senses.

My life! How’s my life you asked? My life is very spectacular thank you, very much. Well just to sum it all up, I have it all! I have a nice job, a lovely family and everythings so perfect. But my whole life wasn't all that perfect. When I was a child, my life wasn’t all that luscious. In fact, my family was very poor. I had three brothers and one sister. So there was the seven of us all living under a horrible environment and  unhealthy conditions. My mum was the best! She tried to give my siblings and myself everything we needed. My father on the other hand, was an alcoholic and was addicted to smoking. My mum and father didn’t get along, sometimes at night I heard them two fighting, smashing glass and throwing the chairs around. One day my father went too far.

So it was a very miserable day. The clouds cried their eyes out. I couldn’t help but cry as well. I knew today was Guy Fawkes day and it’s going to be one of my dads’ ‘Finest hour’. Year after year, dad will have a couple of beers too much and do something crazy and wacky. I was inside my house when suddenly I see a little ball of light heading towards me and the house. BOOOM! I was knocked out unconscious. All I could hear were screams, arguments and crys. The smell of smoke slowly lingered into my nostrils. I shot straight up and realised that there was a fire. The flames were licking the walls.

I tried to escape but  my leg stuck under some debris. I constantly pulled my leg to give it freedom, it just wouldn’t budge. Not one single centimetre. The smoke filled my lungs. My heart pumped louder, Lub Dub Lub Dub.

“HELP!”, I wailed. Creating teardrops in my eyes. I guess I’m going to die, I thought. The flames were everywhere. It was closing in. Now it was heading for me. Just when I thought I was a goner, suddenly I got sight of my brother. He turned up by my side in a flash. I couldn’t remember much, I think I just fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital. My father was by my side, weeping.

“I’m so sorry, Kiddo, this was all my fault”, he wept.

“I was the one who pointed directly at the house and fired the firework”, he said teardrops falling on his face. “Let me guess”, I shot a look at him. He ashamedly, nodded.

“I will go to rehab, and get myself sorted out, I don’t want this ever happen again to my children”, he left. Twelve months later, my dad came into house. He looked different. He had flash clothing and nice hairstyle. My dad walked out a addict and came back a man.

Theme: There is always a black sheep in the family don’t be ashamed.