Our Side of the Mountain
When I first arrived in Toronto, I saw tall buildings. Well anyway, I decided to live there with the family. One day I went to this tall building to see a friend. She was living on the 20th floor of this building. I was very scared just to look up and see how small I was. I was alone. It was nighttime.
I went into the elevator by myself. When I pushed the button to go up, the lights of the elevator went off and on. I started to panic, and scream my head off. I noticed there was an emergency phone, so I called out hoping that someone could hear me. There were firemen to help me.
I was trapped for a long time. There was a trap door in the ceiling. But I couldn’t reach that, I was too afraid. So I stood in one spot and I hoped I’d be out of there soon. When the firemen came I was so happy and relieved. My friend was waiting for me. I told her about what happened to me. That’s why I don’t like elevators that much.