English 3 Year 11 Narrative Essay

That storm was it, we had been suffering for weeks. There was dust all over our house, most of our things were broken. Our crops were dying because of the gruesome drought we had gotten, so that meant that my father was not making any money from our crops and we were barely getting anything to eat. Although our life those past few weeks has been tough, I didn’t want to leave. We moved there from New Hampshire a good four years before and since then I had grown so much, I had so many friends and I was doing so well in the school there, but it was time for us to move and live in sunny California.

On that little dirt road with only dead plants around me, I had run out of gas, which forced me to get out of the car. With no money to pay for more gas I had to push my car to the nearest place I could find a job. I passed a couple houses which I could help clean the dust or farm for 50 cents or so but I decided to keep moving forward. I pushed the car for a couple miles before it started to get dark. It was to early in the day to become dark, so I knew a dust storm was coming. I saw an abandoned shack a couple feet ahead, so I grabbed my luggage and ran to it. There was no hope for my car, I didn’t have enough time to push it somewhere safe or enough luggage to hold it down from the winds. About 20 minutes into the storm, I watched my car fly away with the dust.

I was only 2 when the dust bowl started. It has been 4 years since then. My family was already poor because of the drought and that we were farmers in Oklahoma. The bank was coming to take our house later today because we couldn’t make enough money to keep it. I was out in the fields and when I came back I saw a tractor get blown into our house, destroying it. A shock went through my body like I was touching an electrified car and I couldn’t move. I ran to my house and called out to see if anyone was inside. I didn’t hear anyone, but they could have been knocked out. I walked around and found a man on the floor. I tried to wake him up, but he wouldn't. I tried dragging him away, but he was too heavy. I slapped him so hard

We got inside and covered up as much as we could so the dust couldn't get in. Soon the storm hit with much ferocity. It was brutal, and I couldn't breath. For much time it continued to hit us as if the Devil came knocking at our door.

It’s four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun is still shining bright in Fort Jackson, South Carolina. It is hot outside, about 99 degrees. My heart is pounding with fear of the unknown. The bus stops and the doors fold open. A soldier comes running up the bus stairs in a round brown hat screaming at the top of his lungs, “Get off the bus, now soldiers!” I jump out of my seat and immediately rush to the front of the bus, along with about twenty other new recruits. I have no idea what to expect but have heard the horror stories about basic training and how much the Drill Sergeants yell and apparently this Drill Sergeant has a set of lungs on him that could dwarf a bullhorn.

I could hear mom yelling my name from a distance, a sad worried tone of voice. Throwing my door open to run to mom not knowing what’s going on. I was quickly stopped by a bright light hitting my face. Making me close my eyes for a second or two. I saw the kitchen in a great ball of fire. Flames spreading from the laundry room all the way to refrigerator made it seem like the rest of the trailer was gone. I quickly shut the door to the room, stunned by what I had seen but still having the courage to keep it together and wake up my sister Liz. The odor of burning wood and the air getting thicker makes It hard to breathe but we both made it to the front door. We aren’t able to open it because it had one of those public restroom looking locks tree feet above the door

One day I woke up feeling good. I wasn't worried about anything happening until I turned on my tv. As I'm changing the channel to the news its talking about us having a tornado. I was shocked when I found out. My whole day was ruined I sure didn't see this coming . The tornado was going to hit my house less than 30 minutes. That was enough time to get all the things I would to survive the tornado. I start finding soft things because I know That I'm going to be in the closet for a while. I get my pillow to sit on. I search on Google how to survive a tornado and it pulls up different ways to survive. I finally seen how some people survived a tornado so i just put a lot of soft things in the closet. As you can see I wasn't too prepared

Suddenly,I hear the storm roaring as it gets closer,and closer, I brace for impact of the high speed dust coming towards me.Then the was so strong it felt like time stopped but the dust was still hurtling towards.I fell down and cover my face because as my face hurt from the dust hitting it rapidly then I looked up.The dust was piercing right through the boards of the house it was going around fifty through sixty miles per hour.So for about an hour I was hiding behind old furniture with a towel on my face.The storm finally passed and when I got up it like the house had hundreds of bullet holes.So now I hurry west to California because I do not what so ever want to be in the next storm.

While on the bus there was an occasional comment on the previous day’s storms west from us, but otherwise it was unvoiced for the most part. Halfway through the day there was murmur the hallways about how there might be early release. Now that being said, as a teenager, I believe everyone carried a jump in their step after that. The teachers had a hard time settling the student’s vivacity and ultimately gave up teaching. Once were released, my uneasiness bubbled up once more. The bus ride home was filled with talk about either wishes for a tornado or the complete opposite. As we arrived to the place I called home, the trailer park, I had more then enough time to worry about how safe a mobile home was as we waited for dad to pick my sister and me up. On the way to the family business the sky was starting to turn, what once was a tranquil blue was slowly changing to a stormy

was driving home from physical therapy for my knee. It had been aching for the past few days. I had never felt a pain like it before, so I played it off as nothing. As soon as I hit the highway, I went underneath the Lowry Hill tunnel. I lost reception on my radio and I soon realized that it wasn’t just the tunnel that was making me lose my reception. A massive storm had loomed over my head. The sky was green and looked like it was turning sideways. Rain splattered against my windshield. Not just droplets of rain, but the ones that look like they had been shot out of a paintball gun. I immediately felt the wind blow my car to the right. I had to swerve hard to the left to avoid clipping a jeep that was next to me. Boy, were they in trouble. The jeep had it’s

It started with rain. It was pouring and came down worse than any storm. Thunder rumbled and shook the ground with every lightning strike. Soon the water was engulfing me and trapping me, drowning me in a matter of seconds. I gasped for a breath and the water was choking me. Then the water turned brown and bubbly and I saw my mother, and she was the one choking me now, a sadness in her eyes despite her actions. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, she said as she strangled me through the murky liquid.

He started yelling at us to get in the car, so we can go home and figure things out. We did not even have time to pack our stuff up. We got going on the road as fast as we could. I remember the tears rolling down my face as I heard of all of the people who lost their homes. I remember my dad being completely silent all the way home. This night was the fastest we have ever arrived home from the lake. My dad drove faster than he probably should have, but at this point it was the quicker we drove the better. When we arrived home we all got into the pickup and headed out to see how much damage was actually done to the hog barn. My dad’s friend Jordan was completely right. You could not tell it was a hog barn anymore. It was a giant pile of debris. I remember being told to stay in the car because the amount of power lines down was dangerous. There was not any electricity anywhere. The tornado had knocked it

Sitting at my desk at home, a crushing feeling crept up on me. I didn’t know what to think. I’m not going to make it, am I. It was already midway through junior year of high school, and having just calculated my GPA requirements for many of the colleges I had wanted to go to, I realized that my grades were not even close to what I expected them to be. I guess I had been in denial for so long that I let them slip this far. How could I have let this happen? Where was my mind when I needed to study and do homework? Why did so many stupid things like watching T.V. or going out with friends or just mindlessly waste my time on the internet? I felt an awful combination of disappointment, anger, panic, and frustration.

I looked outside to see water from the Atlantic Ocean rushing down the streets. The wind more than howled, it screamed and shook our house’s very foundation. Water was up to our ankles now and still rising, so my mother had us go upstairs. My mom, dad, even my cat, Oahu, and I were hunkered down upstairs, terrified. What if we I lost our house? What if I lost my family or my cat? I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the terror

The traffic was frantic that day forcing our old, rusty, black avalanche to exceed the maximum speed limit on Highway 13. We neared Central City, Iowa, approximately 20 minutes from our countryside home while I quietly played on my mom’s old blackberry phone. My mom mentioned previously that it began to appear quite gloomy in the sky. I slowly rolled down the back window next to my seat. The heavy, damp smell of a storm emerged into my nose like a frog approaching its prey. Ominous clouds shifted back and forth in the sky when mom finally told me to check the weather radar on her phone while she tuned the radio into a weather station. The radio signal only let out various pitches of static. Before I could check the radar, a loud boom rumbled in front of me; my mom slammed on the brakes, and my grandma began latching onto her arm rest. A massive oak tree lay in front of us on the road, blocking all oncoming traffic. Somehow mom managed to swerve around the tree as the now impending storm began to swirl around us. Within a matter of seconds, hail pounded our windshield, rain blinded the outside world, and the wind whipped even faster,