Personal Narrative: The Beginning Of An Ordeal

The bell goes and i start to walk home and the sky is getting darker and darker. I quicken my pace as the clouds start to gather in the sky. Puddles start appearing as the rainfall became heavier. The spray of the rain bounces off the roofs of cars, I can hear the odd car alarm and the murmuring of rain through my headphones. Anxiously, i hurry down the golf links road path desperate to get home before the rain soaks completely through my school

It had been raining intermittently for the past four days and by late Saturday afternoon, another storm was approaching the rural southern town of Wrongberight. Clemmy Sue Jarvis since birth has lived in the town and had a simple philosophy concerning weather. As long as she was six feet above ground instead of six feet below, she did not care what it was. Today as she lifts her petite frame into her rusty Ford pickup, she is preoccupied with what she hopes to accomplish this evening. Absorbed in though she pulls out of her driveway and heads south on Flat Bottom Road along the edge the Dismal Swamp towards the isolated home of her dearest friend Estelle

As the light of the sun began to weaken, my thoughts began to disperse. The grey clouds of a storm blew in from the horizon. It began to rain big fat drops that fell so slowly I could count them. It was a cool rain, but the air was still warm. I watched people grabbing their things and jogging off the beach. Even my dad who was devoted to his fishing had begun to pack up his rods and bait.

This is the story of hurricane Harvey, which was predicting to directly hit in our area. According to the meteorologists, it was predicted that we would have thirty to forty inches of rain, that will cause flooding to streets and houses. My family and I were preparing for the storm by shopping at a grocery store to buy seven days of non-perishable foods, gallons of water, and batteries in case of a power outage. When we finished there, we searched for a gas station to fill up on a full tank of gas for our vehicles. As soon we returned home, I charged all my devices, such as cell phones and tablets. That was Friday, day one. Day two, Saturday, I sat in the house all day watching the news and the weather forecast. According to the meteorologist we were supposed to have down pouring rain but nothing happened. It was not until later that night when I was watching the Texan pre-season game that the rain started pouring down. During, the half-time my lights started going on and off. Crossing my figures hoping the power did not turn off and thankful it turns right back on in a minute. At the same time, I was curious about outside, so I decided to open the door and take a peek. The water was about to come up to my front yard, but receded to the street. The next day I woke up to the sound of the news, and it was devastating to see many homes and cars flooded.

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

Winds came and picked up speed, there came rain and hail and tunnels of air with the viscosity of mud; which swept up anything and everything in its path. A wind so immense even the farmers children could barely stand their ground. The day the storm hit, the children’s parents called

On August 11, 2016 it started to rain and it rained hard. The trees and leaves were shaking and all the around the city the people were in their houses seeking refuge. The dogs were barking as if to scare away the storm while the cats were inside hiding from the rain. There were no cars insights as if the people were under lockdown. The people were inside trying to keep the heat out and the ac running cold, while it rained. The ditches were trying to get rid of all the water they could. The ditches soon could not it no more so it started to flood and the people were at their windows frightened by what was happening; many had never seen a storm as relentless as this before.

Up to now, the sky had been scattered powder-puff clouds, but it was changing. The sky that looked like beautiful ribbons, all a different shade of blue was now beginning to look like a blanket of darkness. The storm clouds thickened and out of the blue a wave heavy rain poured in torrents. I was lucky enough to get the first splatter of rain on my sweater when I was about 3 steps away from the building my class was being held in. I ran into the building while the rain turned the sidewalks and roads into vast lakes of dull, muddy water. I can’t emphasis to you how relieved I felt missing the downpour of all the rain. Dark smoky clouds covered the sky, only letting a few streaks of sun slip past the barrier. The repetitious sound of raindrops striking against the windowpane blended in with the occasional thunder that roared every 20 seconds. Everything was bleak, gray, and gloomy the class atmosphere felt dispirited than it usually was during exam week. People walked with water trickling down behind them while they steadily strolled to their seat. The prof didn’t start right away knowing that students were going to need a little more time getting to class. The thunderstorm was now beginning to sound like gunshots to ones ear…the uneasy feeling was

It's hard to stay out of it when you already in it. Enduring the pain you feel for others, while they don't know it yet. I see through the lies around me and through their fake smiles. I wish I could ask them why they are smiling when they're not happy. What made me stronger was a friend who tried to change my mind to their side of the story. While we both know, you were in the wrong, but still trying to make me think the same way as she does.The lies they told me when I know the truth, and for her to still try to convince me otherwise. When I know my friend is in pain, but hide it with a smile, showing me her real self to me, but for me to do nothing to help her. Knowing that if I said something to the source of her pain, I could just make

As we stood there in shock the wind got stronger. And as it got stronger we began to get more and more scared and our adrenaline was up. As we put our head together to find a place that we would be safe we decided that it would safe at the school storm cellar. As we got to the school it was crowded with people and one person in the crowd said there is only two minutes left before the doors close.

We rode like the wind through town, crouched beneath a warm sun and clouds billowing in impossible vaulted bends and bows. By the time we reached the barn beside my house and skidded to a halt at the end of the driveway, it was midmorning, and the weather had radically changed. Overhead, heat lightning crackled. Thunder boomed. Then it started to rain, and within seconds, light sprinkles became fat, wet

First of all, we wanted to move to escape from our upstairs neighbors. They had three children, two boys and a girl around five to thirteen years old. We heard two or three families moved from California together to this area, who were friends. These neighbors had a lot visitors and made a noise every night. When they walked up to the third floor and downstairs very heavily, it sounded like something falling downstairs or something breaking. Also they talked and laughed very loudly, we could almost hear their conversations. Then when their guests visited

Who knew that I, a middle school English teacher, could be thrown into a “life-and-death” situation and respond so effectively. In my wildest dreams I never imagined my three-mile power walk would be interrupted quite like it was. On this particular day, I was at the halfway point of my walk. My heart was pumping pretty good while 70s disco music blared through my earbuds. The music was so loud that I’m surprised I heard the crash! As I quickly scanned my surroundings, I saw a man lying on the grass with an overturned riding lawn mower nearby. Instinctively I knew that this was the source of that noise. I’m not a runner, but I shifted gears and “ran” across the street to help. As I did, I frantically motioned to a lady in a van to slow down and held my hand up to my ear to indicate that I needed a phone. She pulled over as I approached the man’s side. Thoughts of massive blood created by that lawn mower’s razor sharp blade sent shivers up my spine. I’m a teacher, not a medical professional! What if I pass out? I sent up a quick prayer asking for help to deal with whatever I was about to encounter.

Sister Genevieve stared at the ominous clouds rolling over the mountains. Rainy season was bad this year and cholera only made it worse. She would have to leave for medical supplies soon if she was going to make it back before dusk. Where are those boys? The rascals are probably swimming naked again at the falls instead of attending prayer service. I can’t blame them in this heat,” she thought with a chuckle. But flash flooding would bring the inevitable mudslides making the roads impassable if they didn’t leave soon.

Windows exploded as the storm sustained its wrath. Shards pierced soft bodies. My father wrapped in blood. Next to him, sat on a pile of wet paper, my mother -- grasping a rosario as she clutched my 10-year old brother. I looked down the stairs – all I saw was a surge of thick brown water determined to cover the entire first floor. In shock, we had no choice but to wait. Outside, I saw tangled electric posts as they collapsed like dominoes. Cars, bikes and buses rushed through waters stacked a mountain pile. The storm was only the tip of the iceberg; aftermath worse.