What's the point in me staying alive.? My family is dead ,there is nothing left of my house, and there is a murder trying to kill me. Kelly is probably being held captive right at this moment. For me. That is why I need to stay alive. To protect Kelly. Because that's what she has done for me, so I might as well return the favor. Before she dies because of me.
Out of everything that has happened to me, this is the most unbelievable. First, my family isn't involved because they died when the tornado hit them. Kelly is dying because there is a murder who wants to kill me. If I try to save Kelly, I'll get killed. If she tries to lie for me, she'll get killed. So that concludes it. I need to find shelter and quick.
There is no home to hide in. There is no way I'm going to hide in Kelly's house. I need to run away from the tornado. Plead to let me in neighbors' cellars. Where I am running to, I have no idea. I need to make a plan quick. I know just the place. My Grandma's house. But it's a deadly journey there to take the shortcut. So I have to go the long way. But that way passes Kelly's house.
I'm taking the shortcut. There is a dangerous journey ahead of me, but no worse than what I've been through. My motivator is Kelly and the murder attempting to kill me and possibly Kelly in her path.
I start to sprint towards the tornado when I coward out. I can't just walk on the sidewalk like nobody's business. I go back to what used to be my house and rummage through the wreckage and cringe. The tornado picked up my family and later dropped them back down. I'm staring at my dead family, all holding hands for the worst, which of course, with my luck, occurred. I want to be with them, so that is where I am staying for the night. Holding hands with my dead family acting dead just in case the murder finds me.
I lay down on the ground, clutch my Mom's hands, and start to sleep. For the first time, I slept peacefully. Until I met my nightmares.
I could only imagine my family and the tornado. Beth held John's hand and John held Mom's hand. They were watching T.V., the weather alarms, and the cellar was locked. They held hands, and knew they were going to die. They didn't know where I was, so they could only hope for the best. Obviously, that didn't happen, because they died and right now I'm being chased by a murder.
Out of everything that has happened to me, this is the most unbelievable. First, my family isn't involved because they died when the tornado hit them. Kelly is dying because there is a murder who wants to kill me. If I try to save Kelly, I'll get killed. If she tries to lie for me, she'll get killed. So that concludes it. I need to find shelter and quick.
There is no home to hide in. There is no way I'm going to hide in Kelly's house. I need to run away from the tornado. Plead to let me in neighbors' cellars. Where I am running to, I have no idea. I need to make a plan quick. I know just the place. My Grandma's house. But it's a deadly journey there to take the shortcut. So I have to go the long way. But that way passes Kelly's house.
I'm taking the shortcut. There is a dangerous journey ahead of me, but no worse than what I've been through. My motivator is Kelly and the murder attempting to kill me and possibly Kelly in her path.
I start to sprint towards the tornado when I coward out. I can't just walk on the sidewalk like nobody's business. I go back to what used to be my house and rummage through the wreckage and cringe. The tornado picked up my family and later dropped them back down. I'm staring at my dead family, all holding hands for the worst, which of course, with my luck, occurred. I want to be with them, so that is where I am staying for the night. Holding hands with my dead family acting dead just in case the murder finds me.
I lay down on the ground, clutch my Mom's hands, and start to sleep. For the first time, I slept peacefully. Until I met my nightmares.
I could only imagine my family and the tornado. Beth held John's hand and John held Mom's hand. They were watching T.V., the weather alarms, and the cellar was locked. They held hands, and knew they were going to die. They didn't know where I was, so they could only hope for the best. Obviously, that didn't happen, because they died and right now I'm being chased by a murder.
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