FLASH! Oh, how I just hate thunder storms. You could hear the rain and hail and wind against the windows.
BOOM! I was sitting in a corner of my room rocking back and forth. My mom was downstairs keeping an eye on the weather. She was always a worrier when it came to weather.
Once I had just gotten over my fear of this one storm, I heard fire.
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