Rain fell in heavy sheets, stabbing the air like spears. The sky was a dark clouded gray, with clouds that swirled and twisted into the sky. Lightning and thunder fought, trying to claim their independence over the sky. The wind was a mighty poltergeist; it rustled the trees, turning them into big shadowy monsters with leafy teeth. This world cascaded in darkness.
                
                      Mother was driving the car, while the rest of us sat and watched worriedly out the windows. She swerved like a madman, as branches proceeded to fall and get in the way of the road. “Somethin's up with that weather out yonder.” Mother chided.
                “Why, Momma, you think school will be canceled?” My brother, Tommy piped up.
       “Ya’ll crazy to think that. School’s important for your little noggins.” Mother said.
Tommy’s excitement withered away like the bark on the billowing trees.
      “I’ll betcha five dollars that it will!” My youngest sibling, Prissy chimed in.
    Tommy turned toward her to shake her hand. “Yeah!” His face grinned wide.
   “Priscilla, don’t go wasting’ your money, child. Save it up so you can get something’ nice.” Father warned her.
    Priscilla frowned. “Well, the power could go out. Right Daddy? We wouldn’t be able to see our papers at school! The poor teachers, though, having to sleep there and all…” Priscilla rambled on.
     I turned towards her. “For the last time, Prissy, the teachers do not sleep at school.” I told her.
“But then where do they live?” Prissy asked, shocked.
       I rolled my eyes. “In their own home. Like the one you and I live in.” I say, annoyed.
Prissy gasped, and began to ramble even more.
           I shook my head in disgust.
Momma yelped.
     The car danced to the left, and then to the right. All of us watched in horror as momma lost control of the steering wheel.
      The road was smooth and slick. Our car slid with ease, indicating that we were driving on a patch of ice.
         “Ice in November!” I shouted in surprise as we screamed and clung to our seats.
Our car landed with a loud thud into a ditch. Airbags exploded into my parents’ faces, while the rest of us knocked into the back of our chairs. The car engine sputtered.  Momma’s foot was glued to the gas pedal. The wheels turned aggressively against the frozen dirt. Chunks of rubble fell, and the car jerked to a stop.
       “Momma?” My voice wavered.
No answer. “Momma!” I yelled again, my voice shaking the whole car.
Her eyes twitched. They opened slightly as she gave me a smile that told me it was going to be alright. I sighed in relief. Father was still out cold on his chair. He awoke in a confused daze.
“How?” He questioned, as my mother began to contact 911. We were trapped in our own car.
           A big rumble that obviously was not thunder interrupted us. All was quiet except for the “What’s the Emergency?” on the other line of the phone.
         My mom was still, eyes big with fear as she looked out her window.
“Duck!” She screamed at all of us as we all huddled together. A large snapping sound erupted as I looked out my window. A giant tree swayed in the wind, twirling as if it didn’t know where to land. It began to fall towards us, as my little sister let out a silent prayer.
        “Hello? Are you okay? Is everything alright?” The person on the other line asked.
I shut my eyes. I couldn’t bear to see what would happen next. I couldn’t bare to see my family’s death. I didn’t want to feel it.
      My hands gripped my arms so tightly that my nails began to dig into the skin. It hurt, but the pain I felt was in my heart. I wouldn’t be alive much longer I thought myself. The tree was big enough that I knew I was going to be dead. I knew it.
CRASH!

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  A bright light illuminated the air around me. I was drifting off to heaven. I knew it. I looked down below my floating body and saw the paramedics with the four of us. Or what was left. I had passed on. The pain in my heart, or what was left of it, arose, as I knew I was done for. My family laid with them. Immobile, as the paramedics rushed on the situation at hand.
             They had to have survived, I thought. They had to. I watched, as each of my family awoke, as my mother still rested on her stretcher. I waited and waited.
            Momma finally awoke, and she looked straight at me. I watched in silence as her warm eyes crinkled a sad smile, she mouthed the words, “Everything is going to be okay.”
  My Momma- my oh so precious Momma- then began to weep. My family huddled together and cried.
     “Why are we crying?” Priscilla asked. “Is it because Sawyer became an Angle? Did he go to Heaven Mommy?”
      “Yes. Yes, he did.” Momma answered. I knew she felt the pain and tragic sorrow in her heart, but she knew her family was going to remain standing strong. Because I was going to Heaven to be with Jesus and she knew there was no better place to be. And someday, my family will be here along with me.
      I floated up to the brightly lit sky, and entered the beautiful gates of Heaven, with a pain in my heart- My heart that was still there, and cried.