Ethan was walking gaily as he made his way home. The smell of McDonald french fries wafted from the paper bag. He had just bought it especially for his little sister, Emelia, for it was her favorite fast food. He was in a hurry for he did not want it to be soggy before he got home. Strangely, his right eye kept twitching. An eerie premonition lingered inside him. His intuition told him that something bad was about to happen but what was that?
As he was fast approaching home, a strange odour lingered in the air and got stronger and stronger. In a distance, he noticed a house was ablaze. A tingling chill ran down his spine when he realized that it was his own house on fire. How could that be? Momentarily, he could not believe his eyes. His mouth was wide agape in horror and his face went ashen white. His legs sprinted as fast as he could as he zoomed like a bullet towards his house.
When he reached the gate, he was panting profusely as beads of perspiration dotted his forehead. Thick, black column of smoke was billowing out through the windows. An ear-busting scream suddenly sliced through the air. “Help!!” It was Emelia, his sister. The three-year-old girl was hiding behind the sofa away from the fire. She was covered with soot as hapless tears streamed down her rosy cheeks. She was besieged by fiery flames on every side.
It was a race against time! Courage revved up inside Ethan. He had to save his sister no matter what! “Emy, don't worry! Big Brother is here! I will save you!” he cried out. Emelia could not hear him for she was shrieking non-stop like a banshee. Using his house key, he entered the house valiantly and used his handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose. The burning flames were so hot that they were literally melting the paint on the walls. Ashes flew everywhere like black confetti.
At first, Ethan was disoriented by the fire. Doggedly, he pressed on and located her sister, jumping across the ring of fire. Bleary tears were flowing non-stop due to the sting of the raging flames. He rushed towards his sister and hugged her. They huddled together, leaning side by side. By this time, there was no way to jump out of the fire ring for the flames were too intense. Emelia's face had become deathly sallow. Ethan shook her, pleading, “Please don't die, Emy! Please don't! I will buy you lots and lots and lots of french fries!” Emelia could only flash a weak wrinkled smile. She was drifting in and out of consciousness. Could Death be knocking on the door?
Fortunately, help was on the way. Wails of siren reverberated through the air. The fire engines finally arrived in the nick of time! They cordoned off the area and fought to put out the fire. Ethan was overcome with relief when he looked up and saw two shadows loom over him. His saviours had arrived! With strong muscular arms, they lifted the children up and brought them out of the burning inferno.
Luckily, the children were relatively unscathed except for some red blistered marks and smoke inhalation. The anxious crowd that had gathered outside trumpeted vivaciously the moment the firemen appeared with the kids. In the midst of them was a lady with bright unshed tears streaking down her hazel eyes. It was Emelia's and Ethan's mother, Rebecca. She was filled with gratitude to have her children back again. How could she have gone grocery shopping leaving the kids at home? It was unthinkable! It was definitely a lesson learnt for her.
Alternative Ending
The children were rushed to the nearest hospital. By this time, they had already fainted. The doctors tried their best to save them but the children suffered from severe smoke inhalation. Ethan survived but Emelia died. Ethan was devastated and mad with himself for not being able to save her. No amount of regret could bring Emelia back alive. To remember his beloved sister, Ethan would never fail to buy a packet of french fries for Emelia on her death anniversary and leave it lying against her tombstone. On it was written, "Dearest Emy, I miss you so much. I hope you like the fries. Love, Bro."
As he was fast approaching home, a strange odour lingered in the air and got stronger and stronger. In a distance, he noticed a house was ablaze. A tingling chill ran down his spine when he realized that it was his own house on fire. How could that be? Momentarily, he could not believe his eyes. His mouth was wide agape in horror and his face went ashen white. His legs sprinted as fast as he could as he zoomed like a bullet towards his house.
When he reached the gate, he was panting profusely as beads of perspiration dotted his forehead. Thick, black column of smoke was billowing out through the windows. An ear-busting scream suddenly sliced through the air. “Help!!” It was Emelia, his sister. The three-year-old girl was hiding behind the sofa away from the fire. She was covered with soot as hapless tears streamed down her rosy cheeks. She was besieged by fiery flames on every side.
It was a race against time! Courage revved up inside Ethan. He had to save his sister no matter what! “Emy, don't worry! Big Brother is here! I will save you!” he cried out. Emelia could not hear him for she was shrieking non-stop like a banshee. Using his house key, he entered the house valiantly and used his handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose. The burning flames were so hot that they were literally melting the paint on the walls. Ashes flew everywhere like black confetti.
At first, Ethan was disoriented by the fire. Doggedly, he pressed on and located her sister, jumping across the ring of fire. Bleary tears were flowing non-stop due to the sting of the raging flames. He rushed towards his sister and hugged her. They huddled together, leaning side by side. By this time, there was no way to jump out of the fire ring for the flames were too intense. Emelia's face had become deathly sallow. Ethan shook her, pleading, “Please don't die, Emy! Please don't! I will buy you lots and lots and lots of french fries!” Emelia could only flash a weak wrinkled smile. She was drifting in and out of consciousness. Could Death be knocking on the door?
Fortunately, help was on the way. Wails of siren reverberated through the air. The fire engines finally arrived in the nick of time! They cordoned off the area and fought to put out the fire. Ethan was overcome with relief when he looked up and saw two shadows loom over him. His saviours had arrived! With strong muscular arms, they lifted the children up and brought them out of the burning inferno.
Luckily, the children were relatively unscathed except for some red blistered marks and smoke inhalation. The anxious crowd that had gathered outside trumpeted vivaciously the moment the firemen appeared with the kids. In the midst of them was a lady with bright unshed tears streaking down her hazel eyes. It was Emelia's and Ethan's mother, Rebecca. She was filled with gratitude to have her children back again. How could she have gone grocery shopping leaving the kids at home? It was unthinkable! It was definitely a lesson learnt for her.
Alternative Ending
The children were rushed to the nearest hospital. By this time, they had already fainted. The doctors tried their best to save them but the children suffered from severe smoke inhalation. Ethan survived but Emelia died. Ethan was devastated and mad with himself for not being able to save her. No amount of regret could bring Emelia back alive. To remember his beloved sister, Ethan would never fail to buy a packet of french fries for Emelia on her death anniversary and leave it lying against her tombstone. On it was written, "Dearest Emy, I miss you so much. I hope you like the fries. Love, Bro."
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