A Report On The Night - 1335 Words

Everyone sleeps at certain times. Chicago’s imminent seeming glow from the lights is starting to flicker and dim. Windows turn off, second by second. The window cleaning personnel raise themselves up on their scaffolds to start their nightly work; cleaning each window of Willis Tower, home of the Skydeck. An ABC News helicopter flies by with four passengers aboard. I am one of those passengers - a news reporter, reporting a standstill traffic jam. To imagine myself as just a maraca shaped dot in the sky is above my, so to say, â€Å"Imagination limit.† â€Å"Three, two, one, on air.† The televisor hands me the script and works with his filming duties. . . My alarm surprises me. I groan and ease myself up from my uncovered mattress on my top†¦show more content†¦I was excited - I got my internet back after two weeks of doing enormous amounts of work on the laptops at school; and they were not easy to type on. It was not much of a surprise that I would thi nk of that first. I do play my games every day, but I got cold, so I went to get some hot cocoa from the kitchen. I walked to the kitchen, and saw a bowl with buttered popcorn filled halfway to the top. I picked up a hot chocolate mix packet labeled â€Å"Swiss Miss - Open here.† I ripped it open and some coffee brown dust flew out of the top. I grabbed a mug and poured all of the contents in the mug. I set the microwave for one minute and thirty seconds. I didn’t think even how much time I set the microwave to because I dashed from my laptop. Once I logged onto my computer, I smelled a heavy stench of smoke, and it was not by a cigarette being lit. I rushed back to the kitchen and there was the microwave, but I could not see it. Flames engulfed the microwave in mere seconds. I tried to cease the flame with water but it didn’t touch it. Time froze at that single moment, and so did my mind. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t even move. The water fell beside the fire, not even inching toward it. I woke up my mom as soon as possible and tried to get out everyone else but I was trapped. I was cornered and my only way is no possible way. I was staring off into space. The constant, obnoxious beeping of the microwave rung in my head like a