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Everybody says that it won’t happen to me. But when it does you can’t quite believe it. On June 11, 2008 the day started like any other day. Waking up to the sound of birds singing and the sizzle of eggs being cooked, I took a quick breakfast and when outside to go to the pool. The weather was fine that morning but during the afternoon clouds started gathering up. The pool lifeguard finished talking to the manager of the pool and came out to tell us that the pool was going to be closed because of bad weather. All of us sighed knowing that the money we just used was wasted and that we still had five more hours. I went home after that because there was nothing else that interested me. Walking home annoyed I went to my room. Then I turned on the television and looked for anything exciting. But to my avail nothing was on that interested me. So I turned on my computer and started playing the first game that came up. While I did this; unknown to my attention, a storm was brewing of epic proportions. Playing on the computer for a little while longer the power suddenly went off. Alone in my room I started searching for the flashlight in my drawer. I got it out, turned it on and started going down the stairs to the living room. Asking if anything else was working, my mom answered with a negation. I went back to my room and started to wonder what to do. While I was thinking about what to do, it occurred to me that I was really lucky to have electricity. I thought about what the world would be without electricity and what came to me was a grim nightmare. Looking at the time on my battery operated clock it said 4:00 P.M. and started reading a book. I couldn’t read so well with the flashlight on so I went outside to read. The sky outside was a freakish gray color but it wasn’t the clouds that upset me it was the air. Any normal person would think that with a storm there would be a lot of wind but as Looking at the air it was calm and peaceful. I went inside when the tornado siren blew. “Let’s go into the basement”, I said to my mom. My dad and my brother were in Wichita doing some program for Duke University. So that left my mom and two sisters with me. Going down to the basement we stayed there for about 15 minutes. Inside of the basement there was a small window with bars so that I could see outside. All of a sudden my ears started popping and the wind started to blow at tremendous speeds, this went on for about two minutes and then it stopped. Waiting for a while we made sure it was safe then we went out of the basement. At first there was nothing wrong inside of the house but we went outside and found to our amazement that there was trees everywhere. The lawn was trashed and the rain was awful. Some of our neighbors come out and asked if we were all right. “Yes we’re alright”, telling them of my approval. “Are you O.K.?”, Asking them. They answered with a yes but they told me that their father had been so scared that he went outside and got hit by a branch and that the paramedics took him to the hospital. The rain died down a little a few hours later so I went outside to see the full extent of the damage. Walking down main street I saw that the bank was damaged and glass was shattered everywhere. The side of the post office had collapsed and bricks were lying everywhere. The tennis court was lying everywhere and the electric lines were broken. I walked further down the street and saw that everywhere there was debris; it was as if Godzilla had stepped on. The time was around the middle of the night but everyone is was outside inspecting the damage. Police and ambulances were on Main Street looking for anyone hurt. “I heard someone died”, said someone from the crowd. “Yeah a girl named”, someone else said. Going back home I was told by the police to get out of the streets incase of live electric wires. When I got to my house I could not get to sleep because there was no light, no air conditioner, police sirens were on and the fear of another tornado hitting again. I finally did get to sleep but the time was already 6:00 a.m. Waking up to the sound of helicopters, sirens, and news crews, I went outside to look at the damage and to my amazement the city was completely trashed. I thought I saw everything that night but actually all the houses were damaged and most of the houses were gone, the schools gone, mostly everything in the middle of. Going to the Red Cross tent I got some Gatorade and some chips. Walking home I saw that the army had blocked off all entrances to in case of looters. The army had given families two days to get everything out of their houses. Two days passed and the army started letting volunteers into and that’s when the cleanup of started. I wasn’t their to help out because the next day I was getting ready to go to Egypt but that is a whole different story. But to say this when I came back everything was like it was before but without a lot of houses. Yeah I know I left

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