It was a year after my grandad died and we were all trying to keep his house in the best condition. Every day I would walk down and go inside. I would have a look at my old room and the vast number of teddies on my bed. And eventually I would walk into my grandad’s room and a tear would roll down my cheek.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. I walked downstairs and saw a man outside looking down the street. I opened the door and looked down the street too, there was a huge fire coming towards us. We had to get out of there as we ran down the street. I looked back and saw my grandad’s house in flames.