Short
Story: The Storm
By:
D.F
The
wind came gushing through the forest. The
rain clouds accumulated. The sky turned orange
and grey at the same time. "Should I
be scared?" I ask myself, while looking
out at the wind.
“Nah
I should not be. I bet it will be over soon.”
I thought until the thunder rolled continuously
for 15 seconds. Ok I admitted. I was nervous
and shaking in my $120US Nikes. I ran down
the stairs into the living room to see if
my siblings were safe and sound since my mom
left us home leaving me in charge. She was
out enjoying a two week vacation in London.
So it was just my fourteen-year-old brother
Martin and my twelve-year-old sister Sharma
and I.
I
sat there terrified of the weather but it
was never in my interest to watch News. But
today, this very instant, that changed. I
quickly turned on the television and flipped
it on to channel 9, CNN Local News. Having
done that I made an astonishing discovery.
Can you guess what that was? It was a Category
3 hurricane heading straight for my country.
To make matters worse, the weather man announced
that the eye of the hurricane would be coming
throw my community. How much worse could things
possibly get?
I told Martin and Sharma what was going on
and why the weather was so bad. They too became
terrified. I didn’t blame them.
"Martin, Sharma, Get over here. Listen,
this is what we’re gonna do. Martin
I want you to go get the candles and torch
light and you Sharma, I want you to lock every
door and window in this house." They
all agreed to get it done.
While they were doing what I assigned them
to do, I was about to go call my mom but guess
what? THE PHONE WAS DEAD! I said to myself,
"things must be getting worse" Could
I have been more right? We'll see later on
in the story.
So
Martin and Sharma all did what I told them
to do. The phone was dead but at least the
television was still on.
Suddenly the electricity went off. Maybe I
spoke to soon. Guess I was right. Things did
get worse as time went on. Sharma and Martin
started to cry. The wind came slamming into
the door like a boulder demolishing a building
and broke down our door. It was so angry,
it reminded me of my mom in the morning when
we don’t make our bed. The wind entered,
papers flew everywhere, pots and plates were
falling, sounding like a church bell inside
the house.
"HEAD FOR THE BASEMENT GUYS," I
said at the top of my lungs, because the wind
was amazingly loud. Stuff was flying all over
the place like it was an amusement park.
Arriving in the basement I shut the door,
making sure that my people were okay even
if they were not quite. I turned on the flashlight
and there I saw my mom’s radio powered
by batteries. I turned it on to get an update
on the storm and guess what? The storm was
not very far and yet still not very close
but we had already started feeling its wrath.
My mom always said everything you do, let
God be in charge. So we started praying for
this storm to pass without doing anymore damage.
We prayed and prayed. Can you even imagine
that we prayed so much we started to sweat.
After praying my sister fell asleep in my
arms and I gave her the most comfort possible.
Approximately fifty minutes later, I think
the Lord above answered our prayers. I was
flabbergasted when the weather man said that
the hurricane made a turn and it was now out
to sea. "Oh my God," I jumped up
feeling relieved by the news. It took some
time for the bad weather to clear up but the
great part is that it was clearing up!!!!!
This was the most terrifying day of my young
life. "Lord I thank you" I said,
looking up to the sky.
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