I looked up. She had screamed my name before she got blown away into the explosion. There was no one there. I saw a tornado in the distance. It had caused the death of my house, and quite possibly at least one of my parents. I wanted to cry. I had wanted an adventure, but I didn't want this. As the dust cleared, I saw there was ash and small fires everywhere.
I dashed around, calling for my parents, but no one answered me. "Mom! Dad! MOM! DAD! Mom! Dad! MOM! DAD!" I screamed until I could scream no more. I was all alone. I decided that I needed to go somewhere. I quickly picked my stuff that had been scattered by the explosion, but not too harmed by the fire. A drawstring bag. A flashlight (?!). Some burnt-smelling clothes that would do for now. My plush china doll. My favorite blanket that now had a corner singed off due to the fire, and a few more things that I found that were salvageable. At least half the things were still smoking, were singed, or smelled like smoke.
All the food except for a few savable things was gone, and the house had no more running water but luckily I found a few water bottles that we had stored outside and a little juice. I packed this all in the drawstring back which I had gotten for this birthday.
Wait! I just remembered! My cat, Chip! Just as I thought of him, he came stalking over to me. I picked him up, and put him with his head poking out of the drawstring bag. I had the sudden urge to laugh, but didn't let it escape. This was a sad time. I swung the bag over my shoulders, and set off for help.
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The Whispering Winds (Slow Updates)
Ficção AdolescenteFormerly titled "The Tragedy of a Lifetime: Part One" Jessica is a lonely country girl who wants something interesting to happen to her, like it does in the books. But Jessica knows that will never happen. But soon enough, something happens that wil...
