The first day of school didn't happen like Eddie thought it would. Not at all. No, it was totally unexpected…
Eddie fell asleep around midnight. He had not been able to sleep because of his new school. He was nervous. Really nervous! Who wouldn't be?
But, he didn't sleep for long. Screams and shouts of terror filtered into his ears, causing him to awake in an instant. He glanced at his clock. 5:46. What was going on at this time of morning? It was dark and chilly outside, but his house was unusually warm.
He looked around, wondering what could possibly be happening! Shouts and yells. It was freaking him out.
"HELP!" He heard Ellie screech.
Eddie pushed the covers off his feet and opened his door. What he saw made him feel faint. Shivers ran up and down his back. Down the hallway from his bedroom he saw fire lighting up the whole rest of the house! What if Ellie was locked in her room from the fire! Where was his mother? Where was his father? The burst of flames was rushing down the hallway, towards Eddie's bedroom with much speed.
"EDDIE! WHERE'S MY SON?" He heard his mother cry.
"SON! CLIMB OUT YOUR WINDOW! FAST!" Eddie's father hollered over the crackling fire. His voice sounded far away.
"Okay, I've gotta do this. I'll be fine. Don't panic." Eddie said to himself. Flames were rushing fast towards his room. He slammed the door and ran to his window.
He tried to pull open the window, but it wouldn't budge. Oh no. The window was stuck. No matter how hard he pulled on it, it sat right where it was. Then he thought he must just be weak, but it wasn't that. It was glued tight and not even a professional wrestler could open it up.
His room immediately felt a hundred degrees warmer. He looked behind him, and noticed that the fire had slashed down his door, burning it to nothing on its way. Rapidly, it was working its way towards Eddie.
His rug had vanished under the fire's evil feet. His rug! The one he had always had! Now the blaze of heat was tearing his bed apart. It was working its way up the walls. Things crashed from the ceiling. Smoke filled his lungs. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't get the stubborn window open. If that window didn't open, his life would end!
Thankfully, he heard sirens. The sound of their help was growing louder every second. What if they don't know where I am, though? What if they don't even know I'm stuck in here! What if they're too late!" He thought quickly.
He looked out the window and saw his father running towards the window, with Mrs. Thomas running behind him, crying harder than he'd ever see her cry.
Mr. Thomas was right outside the window now. Eddie looked out at him, coughing up smoke.
His father motioned for him to move a little to the side of the window. Of course, Eddie didn't want too, for there was fire swarming around him and he was afraid to even budge. But, he did as his father asked.
Then, a fireman who came out of absolute nowhere smashed the window open, sending glass all over his room. Some glass cut Eddie's arm, but he didn't even notice it.
The fireman leaped in the window, and grabbed Eddie. He picked him up, thankfully, because Eddie was about to pass out from the smoke, and carried him back out the window.
Eddie coughed and hacked. He looked at his hands, and they were black with gunk. His arm had a big gash on it, with some glass caught inside of the bloody mess. He looked up at the man who had just saved his life. That guy was sorta scary looking with his gas mask on. Then he saw his mother weeping over him. Mr. Thomas was by Ellie, who looked mortified. Her eyes looked so gray and big, she looked blind. Her face had wet blotches all over it, and he suspected she was getting over tears.
Eddie was placed in the ambulance, and the next thing he knew, all was black. He'd passed out as soon as he was laid down in the big van.