My name is Karolina and I am sixteen years old. I live in a small village in the countryside. I live in a very old house, which my grandparents built. I live there with my father, mother and my younger brother. There is always a lot of people in our house but that night there was nobody but me. My family decided to go to the swimming pool but I couldn't go with them because I had a cold. So I had to stay home.
After I had finished my homework my parents phoned me and they said that they would be late because they met their old friend who was also in the swimming pool. So I decided to watch TV. I went to the kitchen to look for some sweets.
I was just going to sit on the settee when I heared some voices outside. I thought that my parents arrived so I went to open the door for them. When I was at the door I took a quick look through the window and it turned out that they were not my parents. I saw suspicious men who were going to my neighbours' house. They were talking very loudly and it looked like if they were quarreling. It was very strange and I knew that the house was empty because Mr. H and his wife went out to the restaurant. And I knew that they went to the restaurant because they asked my parents and me to keep an eye on the house while they were gone. I was scared so I phoned my best friend and I asked her for help. I told her what was going on. That I saw those strange men outside and that I promised to look after my neighbour's house. I asked her to come as quick as possible. She told me to calm down and she said that she would try to hurry. I was terrified. After that I decided to call the police. I looked through the window one more time. I saw a big car in front of the house. The men were walking off with some big boxes. They packed everything to the van and they were about to live. There was one more man running away from the house. He had jumped into the car and they left. I thanked that it was all over but than I saw a clouds of smoke raising above the house. I called the fire brigade immadietaly. I went out to see what was going on. The men set a fire in the house. I was standing in front of the house when suddenly I saw a dog in the window. He was shocked and terrified. He was howling. I didn't wonder long. I had broken the window and I took Jack - that is the name of the dog - from the house. He was all shaking. I saw a police and fire brigade. I heaved a sigh of relief. I don't remember what was next. They said that I had collapsed. I was taken to the hospital by an ambulance. They said that I was in a shock and told me that it would be better if I stayed there for the night. I left the hospital in the morning. My dad came to take me home. He said that the police cought those men. They were all known as famous thieves of paintings. They were stealing paintings and other valuable things and after they took everything they wanted they set the fire to the house to cover up the trucks. Police said that without my help they would never catch them. My neighbours' house was saved. When I came back home everybody were waiting for me. My neighbours were thanking me and Jack was jumping over my head. Everybody were very proud of me.
