Don't you hate it when your favorite cartoon get interrupted by a presidential speech or a "severe weather" report? Me too.
"Start packing up your things, folks. Out a few miles away from Cuba is a massive hurricane. Some of Cuba has already been devastated by it. Worst part of it is, it's heading our way. Wind speeds are reportedly succeeding one-hundred fifty miles an hour."
"Hey! Jessie! Your music won't last much longer! Hurricane coming on Tuesday!" I yell upstairs to my older sister Jessie's room.
"No! I read it won't hit at all!" She yells back down. Teens. I start making myself a sandwich, my parents aren't home from work yet. I open my book to study for the math test on Monday. And then shut it again. I hate math. As I glance at the clock, I realize something has to be wrong. It's seven-thirty, my parents are usually home by six. I make myself a bowl of ice cream and get ready for bed. I'll have a long day tomorrow.
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Wet
General FictionIt was just your normal, another-day-at-the-office kind of day for Jake. Until his small, suburban area of Naples, Florida was battered with heavy rains and hail, flash floods, and hurricanes, that is. Jake only wants two things, though: to save his...
