We were piling into the car for church, pushing and shoving like any other day. We sat through the service, me trying to maintain my siblings and my parents trying to listen. When it was the sermon finished, we went home. It was our normal Sunday routine. Dad changed and went outside to start up the grill while Mom started the side dishes. It's Sunday alright, and the fourth Sunday means family gathering day. Everyone was coming over for no reason, or that's how I thought of it. I'd stay in my room or the basement. That was my simple escape plan. I was watching videos of severe storms and such, imagining what it would be like to be a storm chaser when I was older. Storms were always very fascinating to me. We knew there was going to be storms today, just not really that bad. That's what we all thought, until one of the live-streams I was watching suggested otherwise.
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When the Winds Blew
Historical Fiction***THIS STORY IS ON HOLD*** It was a normal day. Kids were playing, parents were barbecuing, families were getting back from church. We couldn't have asked for a better day. It couldn't have gone bad. Except, that it did.
