They were startled by the loud sound, they slowly made their way to their closed-door, hoping Limo had just burnt something and it wasn't a real fire. Ryan touched the door nob, It was blazing hot and the fact that it was getting hotter in the room by the second didn't help anything. Dylan and Kory tried their best not to panic as Ryan called for father, yelling over Kory's' rapped breathing. Dylan pulled up the shades and opened the window, some of the smoke that had now billowed into his room would now float out, Kory began to panic, and he slumped to the floor.
"so this is how it ends for me!" the exaggerating child looked at his brother,
"Ryan, If I die I just want to confess, that I'm the one who put hot sauce in your peanut butter jelly sandwich"
"Kory your not going to die," Dylan said now raising his shirt over his mouth and nose,
More smoke rose to the ceiling in their bedroom and yet the door would not open, Kory and Dylan tried but it was no use. Ryan could hear Kory's sobs over his wheezing, Dylan crouched down to the floor and yelled for his father's name once again. and no one came.
15 Minutes; Fire has affected the whole house, and the fireproof walls in the bedroom can only take so much.........
Kory reached for his phone and kept on trying to call 911 while Ryan tried to call his dad, And Dylan tried to call Limo, the internet was down.
all of a sudden they heard a crack! it was a very loud crack, Dylan looked out of the window;
A long and thick tree had fallen right above their room and it was breaking through the wood.
Kory and Ryan ran to the window, Kory cried louder,
"I'm going to die!" he ran in circles, Dylan's eyes filled with tears, he ran to the door and pounded on it with all his strength. Tears rolled down Ryan's cheeks. The heat burned his eyes so he closed them for a second.
It was getting hot really hot, and now Dylan was coughing and wheezing. Kory grabbed his phone and tried to call 911 again but it was no use His phone was blazing hot wouldn't work properly. Downstairs in the Kitchen..............
As the flames intensify, the smoke and hot air rising off the fire are more than 190 degrees F. Heat from the fire radiates to other parts of the kitchen, heating up tables, chairs, shelves, and cookbooks. The hot cloud of smoke thickens and deepens below the ceiling.
Franklin and Limo were in the garage doing upgrades on Tobot Y when they saw her;
Brown hair, and Hazelnut Eyes, her intriguing outfit.
Yes it was Acnee
<TO BE CONTINUED>
