Immediately there was a panic. People ran in no particular direction. "This way!" I screamed. We then stopped at a nearby car park. We smashed all the windows, anyone who could drive got in. There wasn't enough. I walked up to the eldest people who couldn't drive. "See that peddle, press it and you go. That one stops. All you need to know." A few more got in. Then everyone else jumped in. For the first time no one argued about who sits where. "Let's go, head out of the village!"
It all kind of worked. Everyone drove (with quite a few bumps) and all went in different directions. Then I remembered Arnold and the baby. I hit the brakes and looked through the wing mirror. I might just make it. I span the car around. "Where are we going?" asked Scarlet. I didn't answer. Only now as I sped towards the wall of wind did I appreciate its greatness. It was looked as high as a sky scraper but we were still nowhere near. In its destruction it had picked up cars and debris and was swinging it up, just to drop it again. "Come onnnn." I whispered under my breath. I'd just made it to the school. "ARNOLD! COME QUICK!" I yelled and immediately, as if forgetting our previous row, there he was, sprinting towards us. The barrier of storm was only about 150 metres away but I could feel the air slicing through my hair. Once he was in I raced off.
Through the mirror I could see it pick up Katie's unmoving body and sweep it away. I realised he hadn't moved it (must have been sentiment). The tornado was now only about 20 metres away from the car. It had caught up with us due to all of the turns. I saw a slight opening. I turned in, only to be facing a river. Without thinking I went full speed up a broken fence. It seemed to take forever to land. Had I done the right decision? I turned around, looking at Scarlet and Théo holding on to each other. I could also see Arnold in the back clutching the young boy to his chest. Please let this work. I looked back forward and the floor had sped up and was coming at us at what seemed like 100mph. The car landed with a thump.
The first seconds of impact were the scariest. Even though we were all wearing the seat belts it seemed like we were going to be thrown through the window. Still with the twister hot on our tail I drove, smashing through low walls and fences. "There!" I looked. Driving along the road, too slow, was an old VW beetle. I head towards it. "COME ON!" We all screamed at it. They didn't notice. Inside was a small group of kids and Henry. Looking at the type of car I knew it couldn't go any quicker. "Arnold, you drive." After a lot of place moving at high speed I got to the back. I then opened the hatchbacks boot. We were now directly in front of the other car. I looked for something to use as a bridge. All there I could see was a fishing rod. An idea sprang to mind. Coming up was a large fence. 3, 2, 1 NOW! I swung it so the hook went between the two planks and the large pole hit it loose. Instantly I wound it in. Just managing to grab it I placed it so it just linked the cars together. Next I walked over it and climbed around. Finally I opened the driver's door. "Climb around." Henry slowly made his way over. I got in the driver's seat, keeping the pedal down. "Do what he did!" At first they didn't but I eventually got them to believe me. Luckily no one fell. Now I had to. What could I do? If I moved the car would stop but if not I would be taken away by the twister. I looked around nothing that could weigh enough.
Then I saw it. This person must have liked to be fit so there was a small weight. I wasn't sure it would weigh enough. I had to try. I dropped it on the peddle. It didn't seem like it was going quick enough but I just managed to dive in to the car. Just in time. Almost immediately it was hurled into the air and practically ripped to pieces. I punched the air. Then I looked around at their shocked faces. The car had stopped.
I looked back. The twister had stopped, as if hitting an invisible wall. Slowly it began to die down. The ground was littered with shrapnel and, worse of all, hundreds of paused people.
