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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.
             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 that’s when the silence finally.
             broke I heard a distant siren. It got louder and faster (more.

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