The storm sounded worse in the bathroom.
"Aunt Grace?!" I yelled. An answer never followed. I was stuck in this tiny room with nothing but my phone and my Harry Potter collection. I sat behind the toilet in a corner hugging my knees close to my chest. Here in Virginia, we've always had hurricanes during the summer. But none of them were like this.
The roof was already gone and all I could salvage were most of my Harry Potter books, my phone, Paramore, Aerosmith, and Eagles CDs, and a water bottle. My grey LOVE CATS shirt was turning brown in some places where dirt and grime got on it as I ran out to grab what I could.
I tried dialing my aunts number to see if she would answer. She had gone out to the store a few hours ago to get some canned foods and blankets. She hadn't returned and I was beginning to worry.
The phone didn't ring, but went straight into the voicemail.
You have reached Grace Tamrod. I'm not able to get to my phone at this moment, but could you leave me a message? Thank you. *beep*
I hung up the phone before it went into a recording.
Okay. I guessed that it was appropriate to panic more than I already was. Aunt Grace always picked up her cell phone. Always. No matter what. She could be skydiving in Paris and still answer you with a cheery 'Hello!'.
My only guess was that she got stuck at the store when the storm made a horrific turn. Please let her get back safely, I thought to myself.
