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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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