Word Writting

I was sliding around on the floor. I could smell all the cheese I had planted.  I was going to catch this mouse.  I didn’t want to make a move and scare it back into hiding.  This mouse has been haunting me for too long.  That’s when it happened… I saw the mouse ran across the floor to the cheese trap.  The cheese was squishy and old from sitting out.  The mouse was about to bite down when all of the sudden a wave of guilt rushed over me.  I quickly made a loud noise and the mouse ran.  I then trapped it into a corner and was able to get it into a box.  I then delivered the mouse to its right habitat, the woods.  The mouse had an exuberant attitude when he was released. A shadow appeared high from the sky and I though nothing of it. The shadow got bigger and bigger until I could see what it was. The eagle form the ridge swooped down and caught the mouse right before.

Aghast with what I just happened I walked back to my car and drove home depressed with the terrible turn of events. Seeing my tank was on “E” I pulled into the nearest 7/11 to fill my tank. As I pulled in I spied a pale, dark haired man light a cigarette as he pumped gas into his tank, “NO” I cried but it was to late “BIZ BAM BOOM” went the fumes of the gasoline ablaze from this ignorant mans misplaced cigarette. The gas station was no more and I frantically pulled out my phone to dial 911. My hands sweaty from the excitement I could get a grasp on my phone and I fell shattering into a million pieces.

As I got back on to my feet I saw a cowboy driving by in his bug red  pick up truck. He saw the place was in flames. I had just gotten off the phone with the police they were sending a fire crew down to out the fire. The cowboy and I try to help put out some of the fire. I saw that the cowboy had some sand in the back of his truck. “Hey can we use some of that sand to put the fire out?”

“Let’s just try something!” I exclaimed in a state of panic. We rushed over to the back of his truck and grabbed bag after bag of sand. In this very stressful moment, I could not help but dream of being at my grandparent’s house in Spain, eating pineapple every morning before going out on a new adventure. This certainly wasn’t a vacation in Spain, and this was also not the time to be thinking about it. The cowboy and I ran over and dumped sand on the fire, the raging flames almost touching my face. It helped a bit, but the fire continued to roar. After 5 minutes, the fire department arrived, and put down the raging beast. “Did anyone besides us survive?” I asked sadly, already knowing the answer.