The rain picked up. Like a lot. The wind howled and screamed and beat across the roof. Yes, we're down stairs but it was so loud. This is it, I thought. I'm going to die. Just when all of us thought that this minute couldn't get worse, the wind, the wind, the wind. The suction. The force. The sound. Sounds like a train. It feels like I was tied to to a train track and the mass was so close. I was so helpless. I couldn't do anything. I felt the vibrations rushing through the ground like I really was strapped to those tracks. I wanted to run. To scream. To kick. I was too shell shocked though. No movement. No screams. No kicks.
The twister was here. Right on top of us. Sucking the school up one floor at a time. Quickly ending the lives of my class mates, teachers, friends as glass broke and shot up through their bodies. Lizzy. Oh no where was she?
Was she dead? Was she alive? Was she hurt? Was she safe? Oh no, no, no!
The major suction released. The wind died a little. I couldn't move. I couldn't open my eyes. I could feel debris scratch my face. I could feel warm liquid ooze down my cheek and arm. Blood. Wait, did I hurt? No, I feel no pain. Comfortable? No. No way. I want out of here. I wan to run. I feel sick. Blood. Not mine. Others. Jenna. Oh my.. no! Jenna! Was she okay? Well, she was next to me, right? That means I have to open my eyes. My eyes. Eyes.
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Just A Girl Thing
Teen Fiction"The question in life really isn't 'Who do you love?' It's 'Who are you willing to be weak for?'"
