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Farewell Chicago

Farewell Chicago

By Ayush Adhikari -Class-8 (13 Years)

Horizon Middle School

Moorhead, USA

“Ah! Welcome, Mr. Jordan,” said a tall, young man with a black suit and tie. He seemed to look like the host of tonight’s show, with me as their guest of honor.

“Hello,” I replied and waved. He came closer and asked,

“How are you?”

“All well,” I said with a handshake.

“Where do I go?” I asked. He pointed to a fancy, green door, with a placard of my name “MR. JORDAN.”

“Thanks,” I said with gratitude, and went there.  “By the way Mr. Jordan, the show will start in ten minutes,” he said as I was walking. I nodded and proceeded.

When I went in, I saw some people. They looked like the “make up” workers. They instructed me and I followed.

Later when ten minutes had passed, the Moderator told everyone to get in position. It looked like the show was about to start. After the intro’s done by the host, he announced “Make your way for Mr. Michael Jordan.” Seconds later some worker told me to go. I was a bit nervous, but I proceeded.

I heard claps and cheers when I got there. The theatre room was very big with two floors. I was very amazed.

“Hi everybody,” I said with amazement, “And thank you all for being here. This really means a lot to me.” Many clapped and I heard some cheers.

Anyway, today I will tell you about the disastrous day in Chicago, the day where everything was falling apart.” Everyone was listening closely.

“It happened sixty years ago on the year 1871.”

“Two days before the fire, I was promoted to join the Chicago Fire Department. Since I was 6, wanting to be a part of the Chicago Fire Department was a dream come true. My Dad, Montgomery Borat Jordan would come home everyday from work, and bring back great stories about the burning buildings and the people that were involved in the fire. If it wasn’t for my dad’s inspiration I probably would never want to become a firefighter, and ever since those times, firefighters were my life.

When I got in front of the building, I looked up and felt as if it was going to fall on me. Minutes later, I entered with a deep breath and exhaled it when I got inside. I looked around and saw the reception desk, and went there. I was amazed by the space of the room along the way. When I got there, a blonde lady greeted me. “How may I help you sir,” she asked pleasantly “Well, do you know what time I meet Mr. Schauffer?” She looked down at a hand written paper.

“Last name please,” she asked.

“J-Jordan,” I said back.

“Is it Michael Jordan?” I nodded.

“He will meet you now.” she called a worker, and he looked like a janitor. “Kevin, could you please show this man to the boss’s room.” “Sure, follow me lad.” He sounded Irish. I followed and we went through a very long staircase. I barely thought I would survive it.

When we finally got to the fourth floor, we headed to Mr. Schauffer’s room.  His fancy brown door had a golden door knob and a placard saying “Mr. Schauffer” on it. I felt light headed and felt shiver through my spine. I took a deep breath, and slowly moved my arm up. I knocked and waited.

“Come in,” said a deep voice. I entered and the small old man was handwriting some things. I waited there for two minutes. He finally said, “Please sit, sorry to keep you waiting.”

“No problem,” I said. I sat down on a comfy, wooden chair and I was given a handwritten form of where my station was. When he looked up and saw me, he said “You look like Monty’s boy?”

“Yes sir, I am the son of Monty Jordan,” I said as I gave him my handwritten form from college. Right after he looked at that, he took my form and said,

“Sorry, you don’t belong here.”

He took me to a room with a placard saying “HIGHER CLASS.” I was confused. A while later he said,

“Um, this is where you will be working. It is the place where our best people work.”

I was happy and emotional. This was my dream to work for the best class.

After I daydreamed, He took me in and showed me people building steam engines. I was also taken to an ace team named squad number six.

“Hello Michael, I am James Chamberlain the leader of squad six.” I was amazed, that I would get an opportunity to work with no one but Joe himself.

After I met squad six, I went home. I lived in the north-west part of Chicago, on a small brown house. When I got inside, I told this to my mom, and my sister. They were very proud when I showed this to them. They were so proud that they let me and my friends go to a pub.

Later that day, when my friends and I went to a pub to celebrate. We all got drunk. Don’t know how but did, and woke up with an astonishing surprise.

Smoke was practically everywhere, I was gasping for air, and I heard people shouting, screaming, but evacuating. It was like hell to me.

I didn’t waste time and got up. I tried to lead some people out of the building, but it was kind of hard. Lucky for me and some people, we got out on time. It was hard to say for the others who died. Anyway, when I got outside I looked up and saw something spreading, really, really fast. It was fire!

I was confused about what happened. All I could remember now was coming to the pub, drinking, and waking up with flames surrounding us everywhere. I tried to ask but the crowd was way too loud, and I was too busy dodging the great big flames of the fire.

As I was running away, I saw a lost family. They had two daughters and a baby son. This reminded me of my family. I had to see how they were. I thought for a while about how to escape and see my family. I knew where they were but the building blocked the road to my home.

As I was walking I heard rumors saying that the fire started at a family’s house named O’Leary. A cow pushed over a lantern and the flames spread, and grew bigger.

After hours of escaping the fire, I reached my house, but I was too late. It was on flames. I hurried my way in and saw my sister on the floor half-dead. “Mi-ch-ch-ael” she said with a croaky voice.

I felt tears dripping through my eyes. She was touching my face and said,

“I am, I am…,” she said. Seconds later, she was gone from this world.

“Noooo!” I shouted as I was crying. At that precise moment I felt that life was meaning less. I was in a great shock and felt sad things that words couldn‘t even describe, but I had to run out for safety. Lucky for me I just got out on time. Unfortunately, the building collapsed, taking my mom and sister’s life with it, and all my collections and belongings had all vaporized into the air.

As bad as it was, the streets were unbelievable crowded. I had great difficulty just getting from one place to another.

So that day I spent my time escaping the fire with gloom and sadness with me. Long time later, I finally got to a safe place but collapsed with exhaustion of anxiety.

When I woke up the next day, I saw people surrounding me. It looked like the great fire had finally ended. I quickly got up and heard voices shouting,

“He’s alive, He‘s alive” and people were cheering.

When they led me outside, black clouds engulfed Chicago forever it seemed. Countless of people, including children and animals were homeless, and many died. It was very, very disturbing.

Fortunately, not all of Chicago was burnt down to bit. The north-eastern part was still okay, but unfortunately it took a while for them to get the news about southern Chicago. Many cities nearby helped us stop this fire but only the acid rain fully worked.

After I saw all this disaster and chaos, I left Chicago with some people and went to Ohio to study earth science, and tried to keep out of firefighting stuff as much as I could.

After forty years I came back to see Chicago, and the city was working well. I stopped at the area where my house was, and threw a flower, and coins there. I then went back to my house in Ohio, which was bigger and better but didn’t have the memory as my other house. Every year I visited my old burned house.”

After I finished my story, I saw whole crowd with emotion. Everyone was quiet and felt the pain I did. Even the nation seemed to do this as they heard me speaking on the radio. Minutes later, I bowed and everyone clapped really, really hard. And the cheers were really, really, really loud. I was very happy to share my experience to others. Suddenly someone in the crowd asked, “Did you ever see your mom?” “No I never did.”

“How old were you when you experienced this hard time?” “17 years old.” “Do you blame and hate the O’Leary’s for this,” I say no with convincement.

The host came in with background music. “I think that‘s enough question, but it must have been a very, very scary time for you.” I nodded and laughed with a bit of tears on my eyes. I waved and exited. They all clapped and cheered again.

Meanwhile on the back stage, I saw people giving me gift and things. “This is our support to you,” said a teenage girl. “Thank you I said,” and left for home. Many people along the way gave me a gift.

It is hard to think that your best dream can turn into your worst nightmare.

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