Michael M., a sixth grader in Room 305, wrote

“Boooooooooo!  Zap! (It was pure silence)”

It was a calm Saturday in Chicago.  I went to my friend’s house to play video games, watch TV, and then later on a sleep over.  It started to rain.  It sounded like hail but it wasn’t.  I went out to the patio.  I put out my hand; I felt it touching in the palms of my hand like a snowflake.

Later on I heard thunder crashing on to the floor.  Boom, boom boom.  But I was safe in the house like it was a military tank.  Out of nowhere a siren popped into my ear drums.  A few minutes later the siren was still on.  I started to get worried that it could be a house on fire or the city alarm.

We quickly flipped through channels to see the news.  The weatherman said there would be a tornado.  Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!  My little brother said we were all going to die.  I slapped him and told him to smack out of it.  We just need to go home to our parents and hide in the basement, ok.

See you later, guys; be safe!

I ran as fast as a cheetah and my brother hurt his leg by a rock, so I carried him on my back.  I felt I was in the military carrying an injured private.  I made it to the house.  I went to the basement.  I felt my heart thumping.  I heard the crying of scaredness.  I peeked.  It was my family.  I ran to my family and hid under a table far away from the windows.  I felt relief.  That feeling in my kidney was painful.  I quickly turned on the TV and the weatherman said, “It seems to be a slight change here.  The tornado is heading to Indiana. “  My family was crying of joy.  Thank you, God, for protecting my family and friends.