Fire Truck Narrative

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Pages: 2

For some reason it seemed like I was following the fire truck. Every turn it took I took; when it kept straight I kept straight. At that point I was no longer traveling at a steady pace; I was racing to find out where its destination was. The faster I pedaled the more curious I became. I wondered why we seem to be going to the same area and thoughts about my neighbors and their safety came to mind. It was an overwhelming feeling that came upon me when I was inching toward my destination. Through the field that was next to the duplex that I lived in, I saw a big gulf of smoke and a bright fire that shot up through the sky. It was my house that was on fire! I franticly sped up to get a closer look as the firemen put out the flames. All I could