Expressive essay

 The half drawn curtain moved as I was in the kitchen. I look up from what I was doing and paused for a moment. It was a beautiful day and there was a slight breeze. I shrugged it off and walked to the ouch carrying my sub that I've been craving. I turned the tv on and took a bite from the sub. Mmm, even better than I thought it was going to be. I set the sub back down and picked up the remote. As I was looking for something to watch, the smell of smoke hit me. I looked to my right, at my open window. What's going on? My one day off and something is already ruining it? I stood up and walked over to the window. My jaw dropped when I saw where the smoke was coming from. My best friend, Caylee's house. Panic rushed through out my body. I grabbed my phone and dashed outside. Here is where I had a decision to make. Call 911 or call Caylee her self. Any normal person would know the answer to that, call 911. On the other hand, I know my best friend. I hit speed dial 4 and listen to it ring. Come on answer. Her voice soon hit my ear. "OMG, dude I was just about to call you! I set my microwave on fire" Yup.. that's my best friend. "My mom is going to kill me!" I told her I'd be there in a sec. I opened her front door to see Blake and Hazel already there. Well now, way to invite me. Her house was full of smoke. Everyone was running around to open up windows. What exactly happened in here? As if she read my mind, Caylee explained, "I was cooking and it just blew up!" "Could it be the foil wrapping?" replied Blake in a smart tone. After help clean up, I invited everyone to eat at my house until Caylee got the call, "It's my mom!"