January 17, 2018
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Fear rushes through me, as I see the twister coming toward our house. Sirens erupt loudly, piercing my ears. Mom tells me to take cover. Panic sets in: hating storms and the destruction brought. I ask mom if we will be okay, she turns to me with settling eyes and says, “I promise”.

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