Introduction

As I turned on the TV in the living room, I started to hear some muffled voices. It seemed like it was coming from the kitchen. I turned the volume down to see if I could try to make out the words. The voices belonged to my parents. I could tell which voice was my father's and which voice was my mother's. My father had more of a strong a sharp voice, while my mother's voice was quiet and delicate. My back felt a little lighter when I recognized the conversation to be battle free. Then the door burst open. My father's muscular arm was resting on my mother's small shoulders. It looked someone could just walk up to her and snap her like a twig. "Honey," said my father.

I quickly turned my head around, trying not to be too knowing about what they were going to say. My brown hair flapping alongside my big, round ears. They were just going to say that my birthday's coming up and that they're not going to be able to get me the dog I wanted. And then we'll all go in silence trying to forget about what just happened. "Honey," my father said again. "Me and your mother, well...we all know that your birthday's coming up and how much you wanted a dog. Well," he paused for a moment and then he started to talk again from where he left off. Except before he began, he moved towards the sofa and plunged his body deep into the creamy colored sofa. My mother walked quickly towards the sofa and sat down beside him, except she didn't sink down. It actually looked like she was floating.

"We're not going to be able to get you a dog." Silence started to grow and you could tell that my mother was getting nervous, not knowing how I was going to react to this. Her hands were shaking. But as I had pictured it, we all just sat down to watch the CNN news, in //silence//.

What did I tell you? But then something very unexpected happened. The weather guy on the TV started to point out a big tornado that was going to hit Cleveland. I didn't really start to worry because I knew that there was more than one Cleveland. But then he said Cleveland, Arkansas. Then I started to freak. My mother started to breath a little louder and heavier than normal. Her curly, brown hair was blowing up and down from the wind she was making underneath her breath. But then at the same time, she tried to soothe us all. "Don't freak out, don't freak out. I mean, what are the chances of a tornado actually //hitting//?" It seemed as if she was trying to calm herself down more than she was trying to calm me down. Of course, my father wasn't scared because apparently, he knew exactly what to do. I turned my head back to look at my mother to see if she was okay, and I found my father's hands yet again, wrapped around my mother's shoulders. The image of her snapping started to form in my mind again.

"Let's just all go downstairs in the den. Don't worry, it's probably not gonna hit anyways. I flipped my brown bangs back. My bangs were always getting in the way of everything. Even mid life crisis' like this one. My mother walked pretty fast, almost as if she was running away from the world. As I started to get closer to the stairs, I stopped and grabbed my fuzzy, paint splashed hoodie. Then I felt my father's ratherly large hand, on my back. It felt as if he was starting to get a little worried, too.

Then all of a suuden, something happened.

We hadn't even started to walk downstairs when the windows in the living started to shake and then they all shattered. Pieces of glass were flying everywhere. I grabbed the hoodie that I had in my hands and wrapped it around my crater filled face (if your wondering, I have acne). Then I felt a cold breeze on my back. I took a peek from behind my hoodie to see where that was coming from. The roof was completely torn off and I saw papers and all sorts of things flying around me. I couldn't see my parents from behind all the somke. It felt like my feet were beginning to lift from the ground. I wanted to scream but fear was wiping away my strength to do so. I looked down and saw that glass was scattered everywhere on the floor. I didn't have any shoes on so I tried to walk around the peices. But then the wind got stronger. This time it lifted me onto the front lawn. It kind of did me a small favor, though.

I looked around to see if my parents were anywhere near. But all I saw was upside down cars and piles of brick and tree branches falling and on peoples' homes. It was terrifying. But then, I didn't care. I screamed as loud as I could. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHH!!!" "HELP ME! SOMEBODY" I turned to see if anybody heard me. Then I saw a pile of bricks starting to move. I ran towards it, hoping to see my parents. I stabbed my arms straight in there, not caring how much it hurt getting all scratched up from the corners of brick and glass. I pulled my arms back. I saw tons of scratches and a couple of them that were good enough to become scars. But I didn't care. I was furious when find out that the only thing that was moving the pile was the wind. "I WANT MY PARENTS" I screamed even louder. I fell down to the ground and broke into heavy tears. "//Someone-sniff-help me-siniff sniff.//" I didn't have anymore strength left to say it any louder.

I started to walk towards the street. Or well, what was left of it. Houses and condos were all now at the depths of the ground. I didn't see anybody on the streets, just bricks of all colors and rocks of all types. My face started to get warm from the tears that were forming in my eyes.

I needed to find my parents. And nothing is going to stand in my way.