It was dark. He couldn’t sleep. It was cold outside the tent. He was sitting by the bench because he couldn’t sleep. He was out in a camp with my family. This was going against the family’s rule but it was way too cold. He laid down beside the fireplace. It was kind of creepy outside where everything was quiet. A light breeze brushed against him. Because he wasn’t sleepy and bored, he picked up a stick and lit it on fire. He waited until the extreme hot went over his hand. He felt the pain because of the fire and then dropped it. And then he noticed that it was the wrong thing to do. Fire blazed across the dry grass. He stood there frozen in shock and fear. He ran towards the tent and then found his mother and father there. He shook his parents and then they woke up sleepy half smiling.
“Mom it's not the time to wake up dazedly! The camp is on fire!”
“What the ****(this is a dirty word so don’t think about translating it^^#)! What did you do!”
By that time dad was coughing beside him.
“Don’t you understand! Run out of the camp!”
“OK OK we are going to!”
“I’ll meet you at the entrance of the camp!” he shouted, running out of the tent.
Everybody was screaming and running around half panicked.
“This is all because of me! I’m doomed!”
* * *
BY the time he reached the entrance of the camp, he realized his mother shouting,
“Williams! It’s here! Come!”
He dashed to there and started crying and coughing.
“I’m sorry….”(sniffles)
“OK OK, tell me what happened.” his mother said obviously not calm but trying to be calm.
“I….. I burned a stick and….. and dropped it and then… then fire lit up…”Williams said as he stood up.
But surprisingly his mother hugged him.
“It’s okay it’s okay”
* * *
After a few months, Williams’ family had to pay a few million dollars to the owner of the camp who turned out to be a very kind man.
“Don’t worry mistakes always happen. I even lit my own house on fire once!” said the man with a loud laughing voice
The end
You’d probably know that this is so fictional!
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