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Natural Disaster


             I remember this night better than I remember last night.
             My sister was only ten, and I only seven. At the time my
             mother worked third shift, she was driving us to our
             baby-sitters house. It was dark out, I don't remember
             exactly what time it was but it was late. I had on my
             favorite pink nightgown, it was wet from running to the car
             in the downpour. I was on the right side of the backseat
             looking out at the rain, it was raining very hard that night.
             No one was talking, we were all very tired. There was no
             radio playing--my mother hated music. looking out the
             window I remember watching the rain hit that long piece of
             metal that lines roads with cliffs on the sides. Watching
             that strip of metal being hit so hard with rain, it was very
             amusing to me for some reason, but then the metal stopped-
             the cliff was still there but the metal stopped. I listened to
             the rain being drastically moved by the windshield wipers.
             As we were taking one extreme curve in the road, I heard
             the old tires skid, skid to wear that metal siding should
             have been- but I knew it was gone even before feeling the
             fall. our car went off the cliff, I heard screaming as it
             flipped down the side the screaming stopped with a BANG
             as a large tree stopped our fall. It was silent, I no longer
             even heard the rain. The silence was scaring me, I wanted
             someone to say something, anything but no one did, and I
             was to scared to say a word. I sat there wondering are they
             okay, are they hurt, I was screaming at myself to ask them
             if they were okay but no sound came out of my mouth. I
             could see my mothers right arm hanging with glass all over
             it, blood was pouring out of one particular cut and my
             sister all I could see of her was her long thick brown hair
             hanging over her seat in front of my face.
             I don't know how much time had passed, maybe five
             minutes, maybe an hour, but


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