“What?” I cried. Frankie was in the kitchen, that’s where the fire was. Oh dear god. Then, a fire fighter came out of the restaurant with a little boy in his arms. He was covered in black ashes and was coughing up a storm. It was Frankie.
“Nick! It’s Frankie!” I yelped. Nick looked over wide eyed. This was like a series of unfortunate events. This was a series of unfortunate events. An ambulence pulled up into the the driveway and the fire fighter brought Frankie over to it. I couldn’t believe this was happening. He was hooked up to an oxygen tank. I looked over at the restaurant. The fire fighters were struggling to put the fire out. I never knew a small kitchen fire could turn into a life threatening one. The fire roared as it kept of getting bigger. The heat was making everyone intense. Sparks were flying everywhere as the wind blew. I felt tears come to my eyes. Then, Joe came over.
“It’ll be okay,” he said as he put a hand on Nick and I. I looked back over at Frankie. Mr. and Mrs. Jonas were there.