The Great House Flood Coverup
As I walked into the kitchen to close the cellar door I heard the sound of a creek. I thought to myself, "There's no creek around here. Just then I slipped by the cellar door and began to tumble, but wait -- I didn't tumble, I fell in what seemed to be . . . WATER! No it couldn't be. I was in my house, there couldn't be water in my house.
While I was thinking I scrambled to the steps and made my way to the kitchen. Maybe the pipes burst, I thought out loud. Oh, no, I started to panic.
Just then somebody knocked on the door. I walked over and looked through the peek. It was my best friend J. D. As I opened the door water poured out onto his feet. "What the heck is going on," he said. "Come in first then I will explain. "O-o-o-okay," he said. My mom is going to kill me for getting my new shoes wet like this."
"I need some help, my cellar flooded and your dad is a plumber come on help me. I think the pipes burst." "Allright, but it's not going to be easy, you go find supplies and I'll check it.
While I was looking for supplies I heard him say what the heck. I laughed to myself I finally found supplies and brought them down we dove down into the deep lagoon type of basement. I took the welder I found in the garage he started to weld and I opened all the windows to drain and my parents never knew.
by Cameron
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