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Battling The Storm

                                                                                Battling The Storm

                                                                                       Written by

                                                                               Danielle Z.L. James

                                                                                      14 years old

Anna huddled agents the side of the engine, hiding her face in her arms. It was taking them forever to reach the fire house. Just then, the houses turned abruptly to her left. The next moment they were inside the stable, snorting and stamping there hooves. Several men ran forward to unhitch the engine. Everyone began brushing the icy snow off their clothes. Suddenly, grandpa became very serious. "The thermometer said five degrees above zero and the temperature is still dropping. We must get home as fast as possible. Miss.Sweeney, you and Miss.Beaver better come with us." "Here, Miss," a fire man said. "Put these boats on, you can return them when the storm is over." Then suddenly a boy came running into the stable shouting "Out of my way, stiff," he snaps at me as he tries to keep safe from the storm. "I thought you were rushing up here like a madman because you needed to go." I immediately told him in a blear. After a will the light coming through the windows creates illusions of space as the storm continued and there was only me and that outrageous boy in the stable left as all the others were helping out doing whatever they can. As they try to fix the car it stinks of exhaust. There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. The cold winter wind from the storm had brought with it clouds so somber, and a rain so penetrating, that further outdoor exercise was out of the question, I thought as I remembered what I did before the storm came. As I remembered a col chilly wind came blowing in through the window, with a heavy force. It had been three hours to be exact that I was in the stable her along with this boy whom I know nothing about feeling like I wish I was at a restaurant rite at that very moment cause of hunger. I almost wanted to feint cause of hunger but that was not what I rely want, which was to go home. The thought of home kept me alive and not feinting yet, as I could have. I began to talk to the boy to ease my mined of the thought of this storm, how I an't eat yet and about how I an't home yet. We talked for about an hour or more about many thinks like life, love and friendship to name a few. He told me that I seem too fragile and that the he was sure that the last person how dump me had no right to cause I was the most sweeties' thing he had ever met and talked to. I immediately told him that I don't want your sympathy and that perhaps you should not have said that as I cried. That was just my observation from what you had told me and I could not, not have said that and I meant what every bit of what I had said. I later got a headache from not eating and surprisingly he had only one piece of something to eat left and gave it to me. "You need more than I do," he said. It required nothing of him to give it to me. As I eat I told him when you first busted in her I thought that you were a jerk cause of what you had said but I was wrong and when my father's car gets fixed I hope that we remain friends at least that is what I thought we were. Yes! I'd love that and further more can we be more than friends. Ok! Next thing you know someone from outside who were helping said that my dad got injured. I began to cry as terse rush down my face like rain. Luckily he's not dead as they put him to lie down and tied up the cut, they said. After this there was nothing they could do but prey that my dad will get better and so they did. Day later turns into Night as we all ended up sleeping in the stable with nothing else to do.

Written by Danielle Z.L. James

2015