It was 5:15pm and I’d just packed my bags and things into the van ready to go home. I checked that everything was off and walked over to the switch to turn off the lights before leaving. As I approached the door I noticed the fire alarm on the wall. Its plastic screen had been pushed out and had fallen down inside the case.
“Oh no!” I mumbled to myself, “Someone has knocked the fire alarm. I’d better try and fix it.”
I curled my fingers down behind the transparent plastic to lift out the screen and put it back in its place. That’s when it all went wrong…
My knuckles caught the switch and a little, bright, red light began to flash. Less than a second later something much worse happened. One of the loudest alarms I’d ever heard began blaring out from the ceiling. Wheee-oooo, wheee-oooo, wheee-oooo, wheee-oooo it squealed loudly. A few seconds later a voice called out, “Evacuate the building using the nearest fire exit.” On and on it went, repeating its safety message.*
I ran to the office, passing two or three teacher and the cleaners on the way. They’d all followed the warning and were outside in the drizzle wondering what was happening. Wheee-oooo, wheee-oooo, wheee-oooo, wheee-oooo! The deafening noise made talking impossible, so I pointed two thumbs to my chest and smiled to show that it was all my fault.
At the office I couldn’t find a way to silence the alarm. My next
thought was to phone the Fire Brigade and tell them not to come. I
flicked quickly through the Yellow Page. Wheee-oooo, wheee-oooo, wheee-oooo, wheee-oooo! Fire
alarms, Fire Doors, Fire Engineers, Fire extinguishers, Fire
Protection, Fire Safety, Fireguards, Fireplaces, Firewood and Fireworks.
I just couldn’t find anything about Fire Brigades. Wheee-oooo, wheee-oooo, wheee-oooo, wheee-oooo! Finally
I picked up the Telephone Book and looked in the blue pages at the
front. There it was, Hamilton Fire Station. It rang a few times
before someone answered. “I’m sorry but I’ve accidentally set off the
fire alarm and I don’t know how to turn it off. Please don’t bother
sending a truck out.”
“That’s ok,” said a mans voice, “We can send someone out to do that for you.”
About fifteen minutes later a huge fire truck pulled up outside the school and two firemen hopped down from their seats. I felt such a fool. A great, big orange truck and at least four firemen just to turn off the alarm. Anyway they did it quickly and then drove away.
I had to ring the principal and tell him what had happened. He said he’d sort it all out in the morning.
I know that everyone will be talking about it tomorrow and they’ll be laughing about what happened. Maybe they’ll even have a funny nickname for me. The Alarming Mr F? Fiery Mr F? Thank goodness it was a false alarm though.
I know what I’m doing first in the morning. I’ll find Mr Anderson and ask him to fix what I couldn’t. Let’s hope he’s better at repairing alarms than I am!
By Mr F
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