“Mom! Mariah!” I called as the water from the hurricane threatened to drown me. I looked around for the faces of my family, unsuccessfully. I could feel tears coming to my eyes as I swam around my flooded city of Gulfport, Mississippi; the waves dunking me under water repeatedly. “It’s just a dream..,” voices in my head called.
I sat up quickly in my bed, my alarm clock scaring me out of my sleep. I barely slept last night worrying about the hurricane that the news reporter was babbling about on TV. It was supposed to be a Category 4 hurricane, and those are REALLY powerful. I tried sneaking outside around midnight to get some fresh air, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I sighed and climbed out of bed, silencing the clock, which was giving me a headache. I walked down the slippery, hardwood steps into the crowded living room with low roofs, white walls and waterlogged carpets when I saw my mom watching the weather, as usual. I sighed and walked into the kitchen, ignoring her.
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Screaming, running, cursing, crying, I heard it all. I grabbed Mariah, hoisting her on my back, following my mom who was already in the stairwell waiting for us, despite all of the people pushing through. We all reached the top of the building to find an open trapdoor, most likely from the last hurricane. I scrambled out of the small, claustrophobic building, and ran towards the helipad that we were so blessed to have at the time. You could see water sweeping through the streets, wiping everything out that was in its way. I forced myself to look away, as a helicopter came flying in. We all stepped back, letting it land, when everyone started running towards it eager to get a spot. I ran up too, climbed in, and helped a few children below who were holding their hands up and crying to get on the helicopter. I looked at one child’s face, and thought Hey.. She looks a lot like Mariah. Wait. Where is
I sat up quickly in my bed, my alarm clock scaring me out of my sleep. I barely slept last night worrying about the hurricane that the news reporter was babbling about on TV. It was supposed to be a Category 4 hurricane, and those are REALLY powerful. I tried sneaking outside around midnight to get some fresh air, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I sighed and climbed out of bed, silencing the clock, which was giving me a headache. I walked down the slippery, hardwood steps into the crowded living room with low roofs, white walls and waterlogged carpets when I saw my mom watching the weather, as usual. I sighed and walked into the kitchen, ignoring her.
“Hey …show more content…
Screaming, running, cursing, crying, I heard it all. I grabbed Mariah, hoisting her on my back, following my mom who was already in the stairwell waiting for us, despite all of the people pushing through. We all reached the top of the building to find an open trapdoor, most likely from the last hurricane. I scrambled out of the small, claustrophobic building, and ran towards the helipad that we were so blessed to have at the time. You could see water sweeping through the streets, wiping everything out that was in its way. I forced myself to look away, as a helicopter came flying in. We all stepped back, letting it land, when everyone started running towards it eager to get a spot. I ran up too, climbed in, and helped a few children below who were holding their hands up and crying to get on the helicopter. I looked at one child’s face, and thought Hey.. She looks a lot like Mariah. Wait. Where is