Can you guess what I am talking about… By: Molly Miller
The wind is blowing through the cold spring air the doors flap open and closed. Screech!!!!!!!Everybody get inside before the wind starts to Roar! Bump bump down the cellar stairs shut the door on top. Lock it up and come on down until the whirlwind stops. These are life threatening storms. I am very sad for the people’s lives that because of this have been torn.
I bet that you can hear the wind whistling through the crack of the door. The children have no idea why the people are screaming in horror. Out of all the things that flew up in the air soaring in the sky. Many people are becoming grateful for the fact that they didn’t die.
From that one tornado many people had been killed and buried into the ground. But then again this was a lesson that many people found astound. Into the air the precious memories went. People cry and people scream but it doesn’t even make a dent. And the number of people who were alive was subtracted by 20 percent.
And many people’s hopes dreams were harshly crushed and trampled down. The door swung open and people came out of their almost possible tomb. Now there are some big messes to clean up so go and find your broom.
The tornado eventually stopped. And the temperatures dropped .and the summer had finally ended .and those old tornado days had been suspended. The tornado killed many people just like it intends.
But I feel kind of bad for tornadoes after all they don’t have any friends.
By: Molly Miller
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