Narrative Essay On The Day Of The Storm

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Last night there was a huge storm. It tore through Alabama. Destroying everything in its path. Houses, businesses and farms. Wait!! Woah! Woah! Woah! Let me start over. March 19, 2018 The day of the storm
This morning I woke up, to the sound of an alarm. I got up and turned my alarm of on my phone. The smell of breakfast wafted through my dorm, my roommate Journey must have got breakfast. Sure enough on our table was two plates and two to go boxes from the cracker-barrel and some carefully placed silverware. Sitting in one of the chairs was my roommate eating some French toast. She said “Good morning sleepy head.’’ I replied by saying “ Good morning to you.’’ “Hurry and eat
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Then turned the TV on I scrolled through the channels to see if there was anything else then documentaries, so I chose ABC 33/40. I went into the bathroom to go some Nike socks then I heard be on high alert, we are on a tornado watch then Journey turned the TV off. Me and journey walked to class. The teacher told us that we were going to get out of class early today because we are going to have some storms. I sat and sat and sat I was waiting for the bell to ring tick…. Tock… tick…. Tock…
Then my thoughts were interrupted by a wailing noise our professor said for everyone to get to safety this is not a drill. Me and Journey ran to our dorm and grabbed flashlights, batteries, food, water and portable chargers. We put that into a bag. Journey gathered up some pillows and blankets. Then we made our to the storm shelters. I noticed that all my friends and classmates made it to the storm shelters before us so we ran into the shelters. Lucky Journey and I weren’t split up. Journey grabbed my arm and she made sure we both had cots and that they were linked together so we could stay
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Tornado sirens in the background. Then a we could hear the wind. We heard some trees snap then a horrible sound that sounded like a freight train. I got louder, louder and louder. Then there was a loud boom. More loud sounds followed then it just stopped. The weather man told us to hang tight. So we passed the time by playing games.
The weather man finally said Jacksonville you are all clear. Our teacher Mr. Perry pushed on the door. He pushed and pushed nothing was happening. He looked at us with a face of horror. He finally spoke he said. “Its stuck, were trapped.’’ “Somethings on top of the door.’’ “It won’t budge.’’ Then he pushed with all his might the door didn’t move. He asked the other teachers to help him. They tried nothing happened. Then the lights and TV turned off. He told us to not worry we would be fine. Flashlight after Flashlight flickered in the darkness.
Our teacher called 911 they said they were on there way. We were in there for hours. It felt like years, I was going crazy not only me but everyone else. We were getting antsy. Then we heard more sirens not tornado sirens firefighter, police and ambulance sirens. We hear beeps, ticking, loud booms and talking. Then we hear a knock on the shelter door. A man with dark hair opens the

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