“Jeeze,
that’s not very alarming,” he thought to himself and carried on watching ‘The
Simpsons’. Little did Hazard know, as he
sat engulfed on the couch that the apartments in his block were evacuating the
building. The fire alarm did little to ignite any interest of his, not even a
spark. He was far too consumed with Springfield’s dysfunctional family to pay
any heed. This was typical of young Hazard’s behaviour, whose high notions and
aspirations of himself were difficult to extinguish. In his mind he was gorgeous
and handsome, fit to be famous; his picture would one day hang in the hall of
flame. This blaze of glory was too ‘cool’ to participate in a silly fire drill.
Outside
onlookers watched as the building went up in flames. Johnny searched around him but could not see
Hazard amongst the group of people! He looked towards Hazard’s apartment and
caught a glimpse of him. Waving his arms he shouted:
“Fire
Hazard, Fire Hazard.” Unfortunately, through the window Hazard’s face showed no
sense of rec-ignition. Johnny was not in
his line of fire.
“What are
those flaming idiots doing down there?” Hazard posed the question as he looked
out his window. He gazed down among the blazing commotion below. A rapid smile
spread across his face as he tried to make light of the situation. People were
shouting and roaring at each other, things seemed to be getting a little hot
and steamy. Hazard decided to go down to see what all the fuss was about. He
bolted down the fire exit only to look behind him and see his apartment engulfed
in thick black smoke.
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