We rushed down to where the voice was coming from. Once we got there we saw just what was going on. A small house was burning up. The flames were as orange as Philip's hair.

"Help! I'm trapped!"

I ran to the house.

"Help me!"

"Don't worry! I'm going to get you out!" I sped into the house. I found a door with piles of stuff in front of it.

"Emerald! Wait!" Philip called. I turned around.

"What?" I replied.

"You can't just be in a house that's on fire! We need fire fighters!" Jezabelle cried.

"Well go ahead and call them! Bring the police right to us! I'm saving this person!" I turned back to the door and kicked the stuff out of the way.

I hesitated. Did I really want to risk my own life for this person? But I shook it off and reached towards the door knob. I grabbed it. Pain shot through my palm and to my fingers. I opened the door.

"Hello?" I said.

"In here!"

I slowly walked into the room. There were two girls huddled in a corner.

"Come here, quickly!" I told them.

The stood up and hurried to me. I led them out of the house. A small crowd had gathered. The two little girls ran out crying.

As I was about to go to Philip, I heard a whimper. I sighed and turned back. I searched the house to see where the cry was coming from.

I noticed a small collie. I walked over to it.

"Hey little pup. I'm gonna get you out of here, don't worry," I scooped the dog into my arms and headed towards the door.

I set him down on the ground so he could go to the girls. I smiled and coughed. I had spot all over my face and arms. There was smoke in my lungs.

Before I had the chance to exit the house, I collapsed, coughing too hard.

"Emerald!" Both Philip and Jezabelle screeched. They ran as fast as they could to me. They entered the house.

"Emerald get up!" Jezabelle grabbed my non burned hand. The wood ceiling was weakening. As I stood up, the ceiling fell. I shoved my two friends out of the way.

They survived. Let's just say I didn't...

"No no Emerald no!" Philip shrieked. Wow they lost two people in one day.