The Box of Signs Bang, Thunder rumbles in the house. I’m sitting on the couch in torn jean overalls and my black plaid shirt. Mom and Dad are arguing. They can never get along. Why did they get married in first place? I guess I will never know. This time they’re arguing about grandma and if she should move in. The reason this is happening is because grandpa was killed in a plane crash a week ago. Grandma then called mom and asked if she could stay. They’ve been saying stuff like, “Give me three good reason she should stay!” “ Just let her stay.” “FINE! Call here and tell her to move in.” It’s the next week and it’s still raining. Grandma moved in. She has her suitcase, a pillow, and a blanket. She said she took the bus and she never wants to do that again. Mom gave her the bed in my room and told me to get a air mattress and make a bed on the ground. So, that's what I did. Grandma comes in about five minutes later. She starts …show more content…
The box had a latch that was rusted. I asked dad what it was and he said “ Don’t open that box. The symbols say hide at all cost!” After that I took the box upstairs in my room. My thoughts said don't open the box but, I had too. The latch was hard but, I pried it open. Inside it had three symbols that were a plane, a plane falling, and a skull. I was confused but then I realized it meant a plane crash was going to happen. Later that night, I wean't to bed kinda worried. I Didn't want to show it though. I fell asleep and the next thing I know the thunder was rumbling and I heard a whirling of a plane engine. It was getting louder and louder. Then, BANG. The whole house shook and we all rushed outside. We saw a plane crashed in the front yard. The plane was on fire and everything was let up. We heard tons of moaning and groaning. We were devastated. Then we heard and saw some metal moving. A older man came out without a scratch. Grandma then said “ Richard is that
The weather was warm yet brisk at the same time as I walked from my grandparent’s new house to the car. As I attempted to squeeze into the backseat, it finally sunk in just how much stuff my sister thought she had to bring with her. I moronically asked her, “Why on earth would you possibly need all of this stuff?” All I got in return was a menacing glare from my sister Erin and a quick “STOP” from my mom. I thought to myself, “Just a few more hours and she’ll be gone forever, peace and quiet will finally be mine.” I could not have been more wrong.
All I could see was people running and driving away. I was starting to tell my self should I run away too ? Then I finally told my self nah i don't feel like running so I go back into the house and just look around. I start thinking to myself how hard is the tornado going to hit my house. I was low key scared. I was about done getting all my things ready. So I get in the closet already and a couple of minutes pass I start getting hungry so I hop up out the closet and walk to the kitchen to make me a sandwich. As I'm making a sandwich I can hear people screaming and driving away fast. I take a look there's nothing when I hear a big "bang" I take another look and see the tornado tearing down a house. I wasn't done making my sandwich so I take it to the closet with me. I'm sitting down finishing making my snack and I can hear a cars alarms going off I start getting nervous. I finally hear parts of my house tear I drop my sandwich and start praying. All I telling myself is God help me. I hear glass flying also I could hear a lot of wind it stays on top of my house for a while. After 10 minutes it's over I open my eyes and see half of my house gone. What I thought was supposed to be a good day never happened. I walk out everything is a mess I open the door but as I opening it the door falls. When I'm outside I see the
I went to the store one day and then I walked into the store and it blew up and I died and as well as an everybody else died too cape. Doors or farmer no there was a farmer and some other guy and the guy took the farmers bike and rode away. after that, he Road into the desert and the SWAT team came after him. the SWAT team was shooting at him had helicopters and stuff. The police came after him and he was riding his bike they shot at him and it busted his tire and an helicopter that's What's flying he jumped on it as he was falling and the helicopter lifted him off and then an F-16 came in and shot down the helicopter right at that just happened a plane flew right under him and then he was on top of the plane the next 5 miles then blew
It was a misty day bob and his brown basset hound Marley were on plane 192 on their way to Japan, I woke up to the sound of Marley barking which was weird. I tried to just ignore it, but I couldn't. All of a sudden, I felt the plane go down and everything went black.
I came home from school just like any other day. It was around the end of the fourth grade and I was very exited for summer to be here! I noticed an unusual box sitting in the corner of the room but I paid it no attention as a rambled on to my mom, what I thought was a sectaculer day! Later my dad called my sister and I to the kitchen table to talk. The first thing that crossed my mind was, “oh Lord, what have we done now?” Instead, my dad pointed at the box in the corner. He told us to go look inside and tell him if we recognized where the things were from. As I look down into the box, I recognize the pictures of my family and the past fathers day gifts my sister or I had given my dad over the years that he always had sitting on his desk at
Then there was a big problem. The plane was blocking the elevator and I thought there some people alive so i open the door of the plane and found an open window on the plane and help tons of people who were still alive. Get through that window to that working elevator. Then I heard a Boom sound! I thought another plane hit the world trade center.
Creek! Went my door as something entered my home. My heart thumped faster than it ever had before. I stood there frozen holding my breath. The only sound I heard was the plop of my tear as it hit the kitchen floor. All of a sudden I heard thumping as the thing that entered my house was walking up the stairs. Tip-toeing I went over to the counter grabbed the phone. My heart jumped as I heard clashing and clattering from upstairs. I flipped open my phone and dialed the numbers 9-1-1.
My mom parked the truck near the back of the library, while my dad managed to park in front. The library had two floors, one for books and one for events and shelter. Once we were inside I notice there was about 30 people, and at that moment there was no panic so they were spread out. As the noise picked up outside we were asked to have all women and children head to the back of a small hallway near the back corner. I recall looking for my dad and he was by the window with the other guys just looking in awe. Suddenly there was a yelp and an older man order us to duck down hand over our heads. The lights flickered on and off as the wind roars like a lion, the building itself creeks and the floor almost feels like it shivers. The tension is high the mothers try comforting the few kids who panic. Personally I couldn’t panic, but not because I wasn’t afraid it was simply blank. As the sounds subsided we all let out a breath of air thinking the worst had passed. We all relaxed and some of us stared walking toward the door when a swift yell told us to get back into position the tornado was coming back. This time the tornado was worst the roaring, the shaking, the lighting flashing out with a loud boom. Without warning pounding was heard on the other side of the hallway door as we took notice that there was people on the all glass floor. We tried to open the door but it was jammed. A horrifying shattering was
At 8:46 am that morning I felt a sharp pain in my side. It was then that I realized that an airplane had hit me in the side. Parts of me were falling apart and I did not know what to do. As I stood there in despair and not knowing what to do I just looked out and saw many things happen at once. People were scramming to get out and to find safety from this disaster and me. The police and firemen arrived and tried to help the people. Minutes later at 9:03 am my brother who still stood tall and strong was also hit by an airplane. I couldn’t bear to look at him and the pain that he was going through. Though I was in
We were gonna go into the old fowler house. It was supposedly haunted by one of the old fowler residents. the house was over 100 years old so we had no problem believing that the house was haunted.The house was hidden in the forest behind the dancing trees. As we approached the front door of the house we immediately heard a loud thud coming from inside the house. My friends jumped as we heard the loud noise.
As I ran down the stairs frantically searching for my mom and dad there was a loud bang that came from outside. I saw my mom in the kitchen and told her what was happening. She was one step ahead of me. She was already packing food for the trip to grandmas house where we would take refuge for awhile. I called my best friend Skye and told her that her family was welcome to take the trip with us. Then I went upstairs
The door slams as she goes in, and I can hear muffled sobs behind the thin walls. I turn to my dad and see tears glistening on his cheeks—for all his dislike of my brother, he hates seeing my mother so broken. There is no light, now, as Mom grows silent. Dad rises from his chair to go to bed, giving me a hug as he walks away.
When I was walking down the stairs I heard the squeak of the stairs and the sound of the broken railing banging against the wall, when I got to the bottom of the steps I looked around and started walking towards the laundry room and once I got to the curtains I slowly opened them and and looked inside the laundry room to see where the laundry shoot was. After 5 seconds I saw a big pile of clothes on the ground and figured that was where the laundry shoot was so I walked over their sat down on the pile of clothes and looked up to see what my brother was doing. He was going back and forth hitting the balloon but it was going up or down just side to side. He kept trying and then five seconds later I was still looking up and I saw a metal pole coming straight down through the laundry shoot and then it hit me right in the forehead. I started crying while blood was gushing out of my forehead i ran upstairs as fast as I could and then everyone heard me and came running over to me the got me a wash cloth to put on
All I could hear is "bang" "bang." I hear children screaming . I hear this boys voice asking the girl next to me, "do you still believe in God?" I could hear her settled voice saying "yes!" That 's when I heard the next gunshot.
“What?” I ask. Did I hear him correctly? “I said, get out. Pack your things, and leave. We don’t need a sinner in this house. You disgust me. I want you to get your stuff, all of it, and leave this house. Don’t bother coming back,” he says, voice firm. The streams are back, threatening to become rivers, maybe even oceans. Instead of sorrow and confusion, the streams are of despair and despondency. My sister looks crestfallen. I make my way upstairs, knowing there’s nothing I can do to change this. When I get in my room, I get the extra suitcase I have in my closet. I open it, and put my clothes inside. Then, I go to the bathroom, and get my toiletries. Once I pack those up, I get my phone, my charger, my headphones, and the wad of cash I keep in my dresser. Once I have all my stuff together, I start to go downstairs, but before I do, I look around my room one more time, knowing it could possibly be the last time I see it again. When I get downstairs, I see dad with the same stoic expression on his face. Mom doesn’t look shocked anymore, just… revolted. Sierra looks extremely upset. She’s the only one who really accepted me for me. I make my way to the front door, dragging my feet as I do.