5:17. I'm glancing everywhere nervously. This cannot be happening. I hear sirens in the distance. The people making the video are screaming.
I run upstairs and yell, "Find safety quickly!"
"You realize that its just a false alarm."
I give them a concerned look and go back downstairs to the kids.
"Com'mon kids, lets go to the bathroom down here." They don't move. Glued to the TV. I turn it off. They still sit there. I've got to get them to move. But what would kids move for? I don't have time for this! I drag them, but sadly don't escape the whining.
"What did ya do that for?" one asks.
"No questions. Just move. Please..."Please let everyone be inside, I think to myself. Keep going and don't panic was all I could think of. Ten minuets tick by. I'm still watching the live-stream. The kids are now watching intently too. If only they would really understand what s going on. Twelve minuets go by. The sirens go off again. The live-stream shows the tornado touching down. I say a silent prayer. I have us all scrunched together in the bath-tub. We hear frantic running upstairs. Please find somewhere safe in time or move... I can hear winds pick up. I gulp down terrified sobs. They're shaking too. I hug them tighter than I ever have before. I wasn't loosing any of them. The many times I wished that they had never existed were gone. Now all I wanted was them to survive this with me.
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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.
