Stove fire

"AHHHH!! Help, somebody help me! There's a fire, an actual fire in here!" Bryn screeched from the kitchen. Jonathan and I stayed rooted to the couch where we were doing homework for just a milli-second before Bryn's word sunk in and we jumped up and dashed into the kitchen. Flames leapt several inches into the air above the stove top. "What do I do?" Bryn yelled. Jonathan ran toward the stove while I stayed back near the table. Really, I wondered, what can I do? I'm as helpless as Bryn. "The fire alarm," Bryn pointed. "It's going to go off." Josh, who had just joined the rest of us in the kitchen, reached up and took the whole alarm off the ceiling then set it on the counter. He moved to the stove where Jonathan was blowing out the flames licking the fallen uncooked spaghetti. I thought of a way to be useful and went to open the kitchen window. By that time the flames were out. Jonathan reached over the stove to move the pot of almost-still-boiling water and then the emergency was over. Bryn and Josh worked at cleaning up the charred spaghetti and Jonathan and I returned to the living room. A minute later Bryn let out another screech. Josh had been trying to move the element away with a fork so he could clean out the burned spaghetti underneath it. Bryn, forgetting that the element was still hot even though it wasn't red anymore, tried to help by attempting to pick it up. For her troubles she has a white streak of burn across her right thumb. Jonathan's effort to move the pot of water rewarded him with a small burn on his middle finger. All in all, while the damages were minor, the house smelled like burned spaghetti for the rest of the night.