Personal Narrative: My Brother

"Shh Nicolas or they will hurt us too" I tell my 9 year old brother who is currently crying in my arms. We were hiding in the little hidden door to our playroom that my parents made for me and my brother. I could see the two tall buff men enter one says “Get things that can come in use to us” and left the room. The one man started going through drawers. **Gasp** I quickly cover my little brother 's mouth. One man started coming towards where we were currently hiding. "JIM COME ON TIME TO GO GET THE GASOLINE! WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW" The one man I guess named Jim turned and started out the room before shutting the door. I heard his footsteps and mumbling, but I couldn 't quite make it out.Suddenly I start to smell smoke and I almost froze. We need to get out now but how? It all started …show more content…
He is currently crying in my arms. Through the crack of the playroom door I could see the two tall buff men enter one says “Get things that can come in use to us” and left the room. The one man started going through drawers. **Gasp** I quickly cover my little brother 's mouth. One man started coming towards where we were currently hiding. "JIM COME ON TIME TO GO GET THE GASOLINE! WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW" The one man I guess named Jim turned and started out the room before shutting the door. I heard his footsteps and mumbling, but I couldn 't quite make it out. Suddenly I start to smell smoke and I almost froze. I grab my little brother and run to the window it wasnt a far drop but enough to get hurt. I run to my closet grab my box and throw it in my bag and grab the fire ladder for my window. I grab two flip flops that I couldnt see because the room start to fill with smoke. I grab my brother and pull him to the window. “Start to climb down im right behind you” I tell him. We finally reached the ground I grabbed my little brother and headed towards the