This was supposed to be a birthday party, not a funeral.
“Do you think he’s gonna be okay?” asked Nick. He looked as if he were in tears.
“Yeah, I hope so,” I said. It didn’t help much. We walked over to the ambulance and there was Frankie. He was on a stretcher hooked up to an oxygen tank. I really hoped he was going to be okay.
“How did this happen?” asked Mrs. Jonas. She looked worried and very confused.
“I don’t know,” said Nick. I was really annoyed now because even more people were snapping pictures of us. I bet we all would make the cover of the news paper, now.
“This is un-believable!” said Mr. Jonas. I was in shock, too. So much for a birthday party. Well, I really didn’t care. As long as Frankie was okay. I’d be devastated if it was Joey. Then, Joe and Kevin came over.
“I came as soon as I heard!” yelped Kevin. He looked out of breath.
“I ran all the way here!” he said this time gasping for air. Then, the fire was finally out and all the guests started to clap. The building was burnt down.