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Epilogue About Fire

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“Where’s the lighter at”, Connor said with a worried tone. “I don’t know, I thought I left it on the picnic table” Dan said while pointing at the table with nothing but a fishing pole on it. I said, “did you drop it in the fire?” laughing a little. Dan replied with, “No, do you really think that I’m that stupid”. We sat there wondering where it was while sitting by the lake around the fire, it was a chilly night so I scooted my chair a foot away from the fire. Little did I know what was going to happen next. I had goosebumps on my arms and there was fog on the lake without a boat in sight. Dan said, “ I’m going to put more wood on the fire” and got up and went over to the tractor to get more pieces. Connor started getting worried because …show more content…

As I sat down next to the fire I smelt something, it wasn’t wood but I didn’t think anything of it. It was so cold out that I was sitting about a foot away from the fire but at least the fire was still thriving. I looked around and it looked like Connor and Dan also started to smell it, they looked like they were very interested in the smell. Then Dan said, “it smells like burning plastic”. And then it happened, it all flashed before my eyes and the next thing I knew was the small explosion’s radius was enough to go past me. It was like a car flashing their brights right into your eyes, it was bright and happened so fast. I had no clue what was going on and then I realised, the lighter actually was in the fire. I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation because the explosion was so cool despite almost having my shirt catch on fire. Whenever there’s a time that I’m at risk I just laugh, I guess that I just think it’s just funny almost dying sometimes. I looked over at Dan and all he did was laugh and say, “I guess I am stupid”. Me and Dan were both laughing away but Connor didn’t like that, he hated that we could have almost died and said, “why do you think that’s funny?”. I just replied with, “I guess it’s just the Irony of what

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