Info:
Keisha, 9, loves Bratayley, level 6 gymnast
Annie: 11
Hayley: 7
Unknown's POV
I was on the beach at sunset, relaxing in the ocean looking at a family of 3, 2 parents and a pretty daughter. All of a sudden, everything changed. (100% Swiftie) the beautiful yellow, pink, purple, and colorful sunset sky turned black. The water rose heavily. The parents of the girl screamed and the air filled their lungs. Tsunami and a hurricane were occuring. The girl was calm, and brave. Her parents died, so I ran over. She had a tag saying
Keisha Maria Robinson, born 9.23.06 at 7:53 AM, 20 inches, 9 pounds, 3 ounces
I picked up Keisha and gave her to a guy in a helicopter. "Read the tag. Take good care of her." I called out. I then plunged into the ocean.
Helicopter Guy's POV
Some (hair color) (gender) gave me a baby and told me to read the tag and to take care of her. Then (gender) plunged in the ocean. So, I brought her up in the helicopter. We flew over 3 mountains, into the flatland. There was a huge van with children involved in the hurricane. We put her in there with Delores, a very nice lady who is a medic, doctor, nurse, mother, and wife who loves children. "This is Keisha. Take care of her." I told her. "Will do." She said. I set her down along with the other children, Johnny and Laura, Delores' children who are 6, and a 11 year old named Mia, a 8 year old named Dave, and a 3 year old named Braden. Then they left.
Delores' POV
I now had 6 children in my van. My 2 kids, Johnny and Laura, who were calm, a month old baby named Keisha who was also calm, and an 11 year old, 8 year old, and 3 year old freaking out. I started driving them from Louisiana to Maryland.
