Gosh, I just don't know where to start. You are probably wondering how I'm not dead yet from this dust.
Let me tell you my whole story. Hi, I'm Jackson, Jackson Taylor. And one night I was sleeping in my bed and I woke up to the taste, the feel, and the smell of dust. That's just the beginning, the dust is something you just can't get used to. Even taking a shower is no use because you just get dirty with dust again. Your hair, clothes, nose, mouth and eyes just get smothered by dust. Your hair just gets hard and crusty its really uncomfortable if you ask me.
The house, the windows, the plates, everything is just covered even water is dusty I hate it I just hate it! For a 12- year-old, I don't see how anyone could live through this. The dust storm is like a plague a never ending plague.
With all this dust I feel like I'm going to turn into rust one day.
I woke up this morning looking at the covered house in dust, my mother sitting in the chair drinking dust filled coffee . She says to me "Honey, I just know what to do. Even my coffee is dusty." My father, he lives in North Carolina while I live in Texas. My parents are divorced I was 8 when they split up. I wish they never got divorced I wouldn't have to deal with this dang dust.
It's like I live in a dusty desert now. We have been in a drought for the longest time not even water from the hose would help me. All of my favorite books I like to read are covered in dust. I just wish that we lived in a place that weather was controlled that we would never have to live through this. I pray that this dust will just disappear.
My father bought me a rifle, which I can't shoot because the barrel is filled with dust. We have nobody to take us to another
place where the dust isn't present. We don't have a car to take us anywhere ever since the stock market crash we don't have enough money to afford a new place to live, to buy clothes, food, and furniture. The President isn't going to help us. I love to write but the paper that I'm writing on right now is very hard to write on because of the dust. One thing I'm grateful for is that I can express my feelings on this paper, just to let it all out you know. My mother is sad only she and God knows what she is thinking I hate that it's only us two out here and all this dust against two is just way too much. I'm getting very tired and really thirsty my hands are hurting because of how dry and all of
this writing.
Hopefully this dust will go away soon.
Thanks so much for reading I'll keep writing and getting ideas this is my first book.
