potbelly stove in the center of the room. As Floyd yelled for the Kerosene, his brother took off. As Glenn neared the door, a large blast sent him straight to the ground.

The blast made it look like it was raining ash, like a volcano after it erupts. Fire pieces flew everywhere. They looked like fiery claws pawing for something to grab onto, Glenn. A loud crash followed.

Then the wood, which was going to be used for the fire, burst into flames. Glenn jumped out of its reach without an injury to be seen. However, all of a sudden, he remembered that Floyd was still in there.

Glenn started shouting “Floyd! Floyd! Where are you? Are you ok? Answer me, Floyd!â€? As Glenn raced back into the blazing fire, he coughed violently as his lungs filled with smoke. “Floyd, Floyd!â€? He hollered.

5 hours later, he finally woke up. He was trying to fight pain that he never imagined could be possible. He detected that his legs were all gauzed up. As he sat up, he asked his parents where Floyd was. When he sawn that