I was living in a house with a long history in Halifax, Nova Scotia five years ago. One day, one of my friends from the West Coast came to visit me. He was1for 3 weeks so he brought a lot of bags and suitcases, and other things like a2. I told him he could sleep on the bed in the front living room.
One morning after a late night of drinking, my friend ran into my room shouting "Fire, Fire!" Without3, I jumped out of bed. The floor was4against my feet as I ran into the hallway, right behind my friend. I couldn't see the fire anywhere,5as we ran towards the front door, I could hear the6making a loud noise all around me. It was inside the7. We ran out into the front yard and looked8at the house, seeing black smoke coming out of the9house.
We were standing there watching the house when I looked down and10all of my friend's bags and suitcases 11lined up on the front grassland, including his basketball.12he noticed the house was on fire, he took all of them out to the grassland before coming back to13me about it. That fire had started in the basement (地下室), and it spread up into the walls and was burning the14we were standing on. The floor and much of the house fell down not long after we came out. The firemen said we were very15.
Of course, we are not friends anymore.
