It just seemed like every other dull, ordinary day of my life.

I jumped up from my bed in the morning, slapped the obnoxious alarm clock off my desk, ate my crunchy cereal and milk in a bowl, brushed my teeth while fighting the urge to fall asleep again, spent a half an hour on figuring out what outfit to wear to school, finished up some homework, walked out my front door, and witnessed the dark haze of the crack of dawn. It was amazingly warm for the middle of the winter – about 55 degrees Fahrenheit – and as I walked down the sidewalk to reach my destination, I rubbed my sleepy eyes that wished to shut themselves.

The giant, yellow bus came, and I and my fellow classmates ascended wearingly up the steps, our bodies almost falling on the leather seats as we found them. I decided to take a small nap on the bus, considering it was a long, 15 minute ride to school, and it was as if the school appeared right before my eyes a minute later. The huge, brown structure towered over me and the rest of my sleepy classmates who went to Golden Gate High. As we walked through the doors, we all thought the same thing.

Yes, just another dull, ordinary day.

I was in 1st period, my head resting on my desk, my mind about to go to sleep as the teacher drawled on and on about some book called “A Tale of Two Cities.”

Suddenly, the announcements came on in the middle of class. I thought it would just be some lady asking for a kid to come to the office, but it wasn’t. The principal was on the intercom.

And what’s more, she asked everyone to listen to what she was saying.

The last time I heard my principal from middle school say that, two planes crashed into the Twin Towers.

I knew something was wrong, so I listened.

In a grave voice, our female principal announced that the only covered bridge in our little town – the Golden Gate – caught on fire, and it was currently still engulfed by ravaging flames. What’s worse was that she said nothing was looking good for our bridge and, after that, she just stopped talking. Nobody knew why, but I knew.

She was overcome with an incredible amount of shock that she just couldn’t speak.

No one could.

I knew I had to do something.

I knew that I couldn’t just sit here and wait to see what would happen to our beloved bridge. Even though I could’ve gotten suspended for it, I jumped out of my seat, pushed the door open, ran down three flights of stairs, and stormed to any exit I could find. Other kids were carrying out the same reckless act I was doing. By the time I reached the exit, there were about a fifty other people with me.

They probably all had the same thoughts as I did.

We just couldn’t leave the bridge to suffer in a fire without doing anything about it.

It seemed like in no time, we reached the burning bridge which was peculiar because Golden Gate High was about two miles away. But, I guess that was because even from the school, we could see the flames that were overwhelming our glorious bridge.

But, now they were right in front of our eyes.

The flames were deathly, dancing in front of our eyes and parading its embers in front of us as if it was just daring us to try and put it out…as if it had already won the battle over the bridge.

Sweat churned down my brow, my neck, and my whole body. I was incredibly anxious.

But, I wasn’t going to let something little like that stop me.

Instantly, as if it was a reflex, I ran to the fire trucks and helped the firemen dismantle the hoses from the truck.

If I wasn’t doing that, I was running back to the little stream that ran through the neighborhood and filled up two large buckets of water to help wash the flames away.

If I wasn’t doing that, I spit on the fire.

I needed to do everything I could to help; the Golden Gate Bridge was our town’s only amazing landmark, and our only way to go to and from the city.

It couldn’t die.

I wouldn’t let it die.

At last, the fight was all over.

It was a long and hard battle.

The townspeople that were helping extinguish the fire were sitting around me, exhausted from all the hours of frantic work they just went through.

I still couldn’t believe it.

Our ol’ Golden Gate; it was lit on fire.

I'll remember the blazing flames parading right in front of my face, as if laughing at me and the whole town for not having the strength to blow it out. We washed that fire away, and right now we’re taking a very well-deserved break.

Unfortunately, half of the bridge was burned, and right now the foundation looks as if it’ll crumble down any second in the water. It’s going to take a very long time to find the same material for the bridge, and construct the half that was destroyed.

But, we did save it, and the split second after our break was over, we instantly started work on repairing it.

Golden Gate was saved, and mentioning that I was delighted can’t even compare to what I really was feeling.

Pure happiness.

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Daisy: This was just a writing assignment I did in English class last year in 10th grade and I didn’t want it to go to waste on the computer. My English teacher liked it, what do you guys think? Is my school work actually good: )