Third Grade
Worksheets
Fired Up
I did not want to admit it. I did something dumb. My friend and I played with matches. We thought it was fun, at first. What am I going to tell my dad? He is a volunteer fireman! He will be disappointed in me. He will be home soon. I am nervous.
My day started fine. Jessica came over to play. We went to my backyard. We have built a fort there. We like to eat snacks in there and talk. The day was a little chilly.
"I have an idea," Jessica said.
"What's that?"
"Wouldn't it be nice to have a fireplace in here?"
I looked around the small shed we had built out of scrap wood. I laughed. "There's no room!"
Jessica rolled her eyes. "Silly, I didn't mean a huge fireplace. We could just light a small fire here. We could have a pretend fireplace."
"Oh, I don't know about that," I said.
"Why not? We'll keep it in this small ring of stones." Jessica started making a circle with stones from the ground. "Go get some matches."
